John Bone: Goose pimples and a long queue
Looking on the bright side of that wet Ladies’ Day at the July Course, while I waited for over an hour in the rain outside the Mozart Restaurant, I fell into conversation with a young lady lawyer who was entertaining her female office staff to a treat at the races. As goose-pimples erupted on their tanned skin exposed by flimsy frocks, they ganged up on me, trying to sell me their services in making a last will and testament. Nor would they accept my assurances I had already made one. Fortunately, they were very sweet about it.



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