The last Saturday before Christmas and only five more sleeps to go until the BIG DAY! I wonder what I will be getting?
The man servant did not have a very good day today. He is in The Daily Telegraph Fantasy racing game in a mini league of ten others. This morning he was second last in the league. He made his two selections very carefully and after the race he found himself in last place. The leader of the mini league is a complete beginner and is storming away from all the others. Good luck to her.
What really hurts man servant is that out of the other league members he is the only one who has sat on a racehorse on gallops and done stalls starts. So, reasonable thought processes would lead you to the conclusion that he should be an expert. But no, he is last and is out with the washing for the moment. His next chance to redeem himself is on Boxing Day in the King George Chase. He will be off to the local newsagent to buy a Racing Post, which if I am being honest will be more useful to a fish and chip shop than to man servant in his quest for elusive winners.
One marvellous thing I never cease to wonder at, apart from man servant’s quest for winners on the turf, is the International Space Station. Two hundred and sixty miles above the earth I could see it pass overhead quite clearly earlier this evening when I went to check my territory. On the Space Station website is a report that the astronauts have noticed an increase in the amount of light caused by people putting up outside Christmas decorations. They should be able to see one street in Ringwood quite clearly from up there. There are more lights there than in Las Vegas.
I wonder if they will see Santa with his sleigh and reindeer? NASA have a Santa tracking system so if they can track him he really must exist.