A Toddler and the Grand National

The bookies was dark and noisy as my grandmother led me in, the gold on her wrist as yellow as Spanish Armada treasure. The cigarette smoke whirled around my little blonde curls. It was lunchtime on my second birthday, and the 145th Grand National was just about to be run. My grandmother hoisted me onto … Continue reading A Toddler and the Grand National

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