Personally I have no issue with the next port of call being small ginger Welsh things, but I am aware that small people such as mini-mother may take exception to this idea. It’s only November and currently my field resembles the aftermath of the Battle of the Somme. To be fair, worrying is mother’s default setting when it comes to me, but on this she does have a point. I’m sure mother could pay you for my upkeep and you would have the pleasure of the company of an equine superstar? PPS: Don’t also forget my new book Hovis’ Friday Diary: What’s the Story Medal Glory?