The girl on duty behind the counter Saturday mornings has been working there for 6 months or so. For the last few months I've taken to dumping all the papers on the counter and asking her to remember how much it all comes to (minus my Guardian subscription voucher). Over the weeks it's become part game, part test, part joke and if I'm honest part disbelief on my part – as someone who can still remember what regulars' rounds came to at The Grove in 1984. Anyway, this morning for the first time ever, she correctly guessed that it was £7.60. She was mighty pleased with herself. We whooped and even high-fived.
Except I've just looked and the Racing Post has gone up. Should have been £7.70...