A Wallnut Race Day.

Get a lift to the races,listen to all incoming calls.
When you arrive at the gate moan about its appearance,get in for nothing head straight to the jacks inspect
the cubicles monitoring them for toilet rolls.

Go to restaurant order a meal,complain vociferously about it saying pig swill nothing like the great food you get in England,get a refund.

Ramble into the betting shop have a few bets demanding some concessions,get nervous during a race so high tail it to the jacks.

Return to the betting shop red faced a few more bets necessitating another trip to the jacks.
Meet up with a corpulent gentleman,try to decipher what he was saying but still act on it.
The wager is successful but due to its closeness another trip is required.

A few final complaints about Wifi,berate a few jockeys call the place a kip and head home.

In profit alright but never enjoyable.