Photograph day/Ground Hog Day..Potatoe/Potato

It happens once a year, and everytime I try prepare myself mentally for the day well in advance. My suit is always tidy and my shoes polished but this is of little importance in the waiting game that is photograph day. For the first task of Hercules you need to get your house of boys (156 in all aged between zero hormone and raving mad) into one long line of ascending height. With 5 years of practice I had it waxed today. FIrst house in line, no problems, thanks for coming, I can hear my tea brewing. But Not today my little paddawons. No today it wasn’t the first house ready (as has been the rule for the 5 years I wasn’t ready) today the rule became Alphabetical House order. Perfect my house if Sable, last of them all. So we waited,,and waited,, and you guessed it,,waited. After 2 hours our photo was taken, by that stage i could have dunked my biscuit in my suit pocket I was sweating so much in the sunshine. …oh well, could have been worse. Socks spent the day hunching over with one eye open taking the mugs. Much respect Tam, much Respect.