My Mother's Daughter

Please do not think I am an inveterate gambler.  

It’s just that around this time the Journal was offering free £3 bets on horseracing at Chisholms Bookmakers.  So on Saturday mornings I would look for three names I liked, trot up with my slip and voucher and have an interesting afternoon watching the racing.  As soon as the offer stopped Chisholms saw me no more.

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15 June 2014 at 14:01

Two things this week proved that I am my mother's daughter and do have standards:-

1. Being no longer able to stand the sight of people making tea by putting teabags in paper cups and squeezing them out with their fingers, 

I took mother's teapot to a Woodlawn School Meet'n'Greet on Friday so we could make parents a 'proper cup of tea'.  As well as being more aesthetically pleasing we used fewer teabags and made a lot less mess.

2. This morning I heard myself saying 

"I am not going to fetch my winnings from the bookies in my slippers." 

(£2 Guest of Honour 2.50 at York)