You study the form, you like the look of the favourite in the last race and contemplate putting on a bundle of cash because your overall betting performance hasn't been great and your misus is gonna notice the cash hole when she plunders your hard worked cash whilst shopping tomorrow.
You check the price across sites, you have a £100 bet keyed in, you like the fact that £300 would be yours if you win but then in cmes your conscious... What about little Jimmy who needs new shoes? Gas bills coming up? Gyres on the car look a little warn?
So you tell yourself no and step away and pat yourself on the back when you see the horse make a poor start.
But then what's this, he's picking up places, he's now near the front, oh bugger he's romping home! There I am frantically yammering my phone keys, hoping the betting site has an unfortunate lag and will accept my after the event bet - no it does 't, and so the evenings ruined with you constantly thinking of what you could have won.
Bugger, bugger, bugger!
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