I had a dream last night.
I had received a tip for a 53/1 shot.
I caught the race-train to the course and when the train pulled in I saw the racecourse bus waiting for racegoers from the train.
Instead of a train ticket I needed to give the ticket attendant a Soother throat lozenge as my pass out. But I couldn't extract one soother from the packet,
The bus driver was gesticulating that he'd leave me there if I didn't hurry so I offered the ticket attendant the whole packet so he'd allow to leave the station.
But he said 'no' I had to give him only one lozenge.
The bus driver shrugged his shoulders, closed the door and drove off.
The ticket attendant told me another bus would be by in 30 minutes.
And it was.
At the track I left the bus and ran to the bookies ring to back my 53/1 shot.
"Too late" I was told the race had been run.
And yes, the 53/1 shot had won,