Having no credit card means that I can no longer place bets with online bookies such as Victor Chandler. This meant that today’s Grand National had to be gambled on using the traditional betting slip. It had been a good few years since I remembered how to fill one out, but we got along fine. In an afternoon’s gambling, two of my horses came last and my Grand National Nag fell over somewhere on the course. Remember kids, gambling only pays when you are winning.
Still royally pissed off. I ran through a long list of things that I am annoyed at with the Missus. She asked if I felt better, but my belly-aching didn’t particularly improve my general mood. My annoyance is like a loose tooth that wants to be pulled. I need a spiritual kick up the bum. I am tired of being me. Me is a miserable git and he is getting on my nerves. Roll on the warmer weather, eh?

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