I'm a little short of stories for you this Friday, but I wonder if you, like me, enjoy reminders of just how small the world is. We were meant to be away last weekend staying with friends in the West Country, but they obviously thought better of putting the six of us up and pulled a sickie at the last minute. So it was that we found ourselves instead at the Horseheath Point to Point just outside Cambridge. This is not exactly Aintree. Perhaps a crowd of just one thousand were there. Talking of Aintree though I might add that on a personal level I have a challenge every bit as daunting on Sunday when I am competing in a cross-country hunter trial, back at Horseheath....in the same class as peroxide Hen. This is a marvellous chance for me to give her some of her own medicine in the shape of massive humiliation. A high risk strategy though, because there is every possibility I will not get past the first fence. I'll let you know how it goes. I digress. The story I wanted to tell you was that there I was in a wind-swept field in Cambridgeshire, at a little local horse-race, when suddenly I saw, 20 yards to my right, the dashing 25 year old Argentinian who had guided us on our riding safari in the Maasai Mara a few weeks back. I've told you about him before. He's the one with the business card job-title "Exclusive Adrenaline Engineering". He lives in Kenya, but was in the UK for one day on his way from Nairobi to Buenos Aires and we bump into each other like that. Totally bizarre coincidence. I love that stuff.
Despite that excitement, I've felt somewhat subdued for most of this week though. Don't really know why, but my 11 year old daughter obviously caught my mood and conveyed her concerns to her mother. "Jimmy thinks you're being bullied at work", Sophie told me on Wednesday evening. Is that not the sweetest thing you've heard for a long time?!
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