ABSTRACT
Harry likes a fl utter on the horses (or, as he puts it, the gee-gees). He has just driven his invalid trike four miles (eight miles there and back) to the next village because the local bookie is closed on a Tuesday. After much pondering, he put 10 Euros on Agamemnon to win in the 3.30 at Wincanton. The odds were 10 to 1, so he stands to make 100 Euros.
