Of course Mr T backed today's winner at the Gold Cup, and of course I'd taken his previous sage advice which was not to bet on the Gold Cup as it was a "bookies race" - to be fair he wasn't wrong on the latter, as the winner's odds were 11/4, but am guessing wily Mr T got better odds than that...the good thing was there were chicken steaks on his shopping list today, so I do hope he's celebrating in style as I write this.

I was faced with a (first world) dilemma this morning in the aisles of the world's politest supermarket - Mrs S is always insistent on me getting her the Lindt 85% but the shelves were bare - so I had to make a decision on whether to go with 70% or 90%...of course when I got back and updated her she replied she'd have been very happy with either...