I come at you this evening slightly embarrassed.
All of my horses ran today and only one of them managed to win.
I say they all ran, most of them seem to have walked or stopped half way along the course to check their emails or play Candy Crush.
That is the only explanation I can think of.
It was such a terrible day at the races I can't be bothered to print all the results, although a quick look on twitter using the hashtag #SinkingShipRaces will give a run down of how awful it really was.
Although I ended the day on a loss, it doesn't really matter.
It would have been nice to win but having the knowledge that it is very unlikely that I will ever be able to give up work by placing bets, I know better than to gamble away with proper money.
I am used to my friends ridiculing me for making penny bets, but when I lose I only lose a small amount today I loss less than £2.
However when I win, I usually win a nice tidy amount. The other day I got a return of £20! Not enough to retire on, but it is a big enough difference to know that I beat the bookies that day.
Gambling can be a curse for some. There are those who have lost everything, but seeing as don't have anything to begin with, I can't really fail.
3 years ago I put £100 into a betting account. Today that figure stands at £62.58
I have made £37.42 last the best part of three years.
For a hobby, I thinks that's quite good.
I have just realised that it is also three years next week since I started this blog.
3 years of talking poop.