After a dirty day on the punt yesterday (which is becoming a habit) we’d ante’d up for a final fling at the trifecta in the last in Melbourne.  We picked out our 4 horses, filled in the ticket and laid the bet.  The Mug sauntered over for a final round of sherbet and watched the race at the screen over the bar.

When the due numbers saluted in a blanket finish, the walk back to the table was with puffed chest.  But no, 3,4,7 & 9 had become 2,3,7 & 9.

Remember, always check your tickets ……