It’s the big one today. The ‘National’. A family must. The stakes are high... a quid each way. The only time we engage in anything other than life’s great gamble. My daughter’s phone’s busy as everyone knows she’s the lucky one. She worries about it; what a responsibility!
I don’t want to jinx her, because I’m the unlucky one. My selections (yes, plural... multiplying my failures) are two well-rated low odds nags and a rank outsider. Mrs H always chooses just one. I don’t expect to hear the TV commentator mention mine at all. And that’s a good bet!