MELBOURNE Cup Day wasn't my lucky day.
Not that it cost me anything financially. Only a little in the dignity stakes.
I didn't make any big bets on a horse that is still coming in.
I had no need to search through form guides, to pick a horse based on name or how pretty the jockey silks were.
I didn't even watch the race.
While all my friends were posting photographs of themselves on Facebook all glammed up in their race finery, I was at home in my painting finery; daggy old shorts and t-shirt covered in paint.
Yes, the house renovations continue.
As it was my day off I made the most of it to get finishing touches done on the extensions to the house, in anticipation of a new lounge due to arrive this week.
A bit of paint here, a bit of paint there. As much on myself as the walls.
Then, while most of the nation was glued to their television screens for the big race, I remembered I should have purchased items for the kids.
The usual parents' story. You get told, when the kids are going to bed, they 'had to' have something for school tomorrow.
Not long until pick-up from school time but long enough to nick down to the supermarket, and deliver said items before the school bell rang.
Then I faced a momentary dilemma.
Do I change to appear more presentable, or risk a quick trip to the supermarket in my painting finery?
I chose to risk it. After all, who would be out shopping while the big race was on?
Turns out, lots of people.
I wasn't even through the door when I ran into a co-worker.
Then, while slinking down the aisles I ran into yet another person I knew.
I made it back home just in time to collect the kids, but still no time to change.
Amidst the mothers still dressed in designer dresses and fascinators, while collecting their kids from school, there I was in my paint-splattered finery.
A mix of Tres Blue, a touch of Green Moon and a lot of Brown Panther.
If only I'd had a touch of Red Cadeaux I might have looked closer to being a winner.