One mystery solved

It was early evening on Tuesday and I had two mysteries on my mind. What to do with No Lip and where was my missing sock after folding a load of laundry? It took about 20 minutes, but after searching every article of clothing, there it was clinging to a pair of boxer shorts.

I only wish the other mystery was as easily solved. For the record, it wasn't a terrible race, but it was not good enough to warrant keeping him there. I was all set to ask Tom to put him on a van and ship him up to Canterbury. However, he once again offered to waive his training fees until his next race. That race will come in a few weeks and right now the thought is to get him back on the grass somewhere and possibly look at going two turns again. Either way, the prospect of no fees was better than the reduced fees up here.