Farewell To The Turf

[poliphilo]

My brother-in-law has finally found a taker for my mother's last working racehorse. No-one wanted to buy it, no-one wanted it as a gift- which isn't surprising really because it was useless. The new owner (who isn't the cat's meat man but a show jumper) settled for a sweetener of £200 to take it off our hands.