Today has a sort of ultimate compression to it. An early work start before a trip to the races at Ascot, to include some kind of fancy lunch and presumably some betting. I must get a copy of The Sun newspaper so that I know the odds. I seem to recollect that the jockeys who arrive by helicopter usually win their races. 
Then on to a musical evening with Elton John and perhaps his red piano. The venue is fairly close to Ascot, which is a fortunate co-incidence because the two events were planned in a most uncoordinated way.
When I eventually get back home I will need to start packing for the weekend's flight to Canada.
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