Wet, wet, wet

A day off school for me and a rare, but very lovely, chance to dress up and be a guest in a company marquee at Chester Races. 

I was mainly there for the fashion which was ACE. Floor-sweeping maxi dresses, teeny micro-mini dresses, sky high heels, sky blue suits, crazy fascinators .. Everyone was suited, booted, spray-tanned and glammed up for a glorious summer's day of racing.

Except it poured down. All day. Ceaselessly and incessantly. We watched a parade of bedraggled and dripping people troop past the tent and drip under awnings. We dashed out to watch the races under umbrellas, and dashed back inside to catch the result before the rain seeped over the tops of our shoes. 

Happy with a modest win (a £5 bet turned into £41 thanks to a horse called Clever Cookie) we called it a day a bit earlier than planned as the cold was starting to bite.

Half an hour into the train journey back to London, points failure somewhere in the middle of nowhere caused a 90 minute delay. Ten minutes after we shuddered to a start, we were told the train would terminate in Milton Keynes ... Eventually we limped home past the finishing post, to a hot bath and a catch up with the kids.