Although I have vast amounts of work to do, I’ve run myself into the ground a bit, so I’m going to give myself a little stay-at-home holiday. I’m taking the week off to ride my mare and throw sticks for Stanley the Dog and potter about and watch Ascot. I always feel faintly guilty about taking time off, because it’s not as if my job involves going down mines or putting in widgets on an assembly line, but there is always a moment when my brain starts to twang and stutter and I know that I will achieve nothing good by bashing on. I have to try and turn my mind off, so it will work again. That is my plan.
So, there may be a blog, there may not be a blog. Probably not, unless something very marvellous happens on dear old Queen Anne’s racecourse this week. I hope to the hit the ground running again on Monday.
In the meantime, here are some pictures for you. I took these this morning: