Heather Fell, Olympic modern pentathlete silver medalist, writes about her life 'on and off' the track.
I apologise for leaving you in suspense but thought I would give my lodger another week before judging him. However, I didn't wait quite as long before commenting on 'Twitter' — nothing personal, I just expressed my general apprehension.
A few Twitter followers did question whether he followed me; no I said, don't be silly, and thankfully I was correct. This was confirmed when he asked me what I 'do?' I didn't elaborate, so I think he was a little confused when he discovered my fan page on facebook. A couple of days later curiousity must have got the better as apparently he had found my website. I apologised for it not being completely up to date, only for him to remind me that all my Twitter posts feed live onto it!! It turned out to be a good icebreaker as luckily he saw the funny side.
It was a weekend full of racing, but this time there wasn't any physical effort on my part. I know many of you shared the two ends of the horse racing spectrum, watching the Grand National on Saturday then attending the Spooners point to point at Cherrybrook on Sunday. I was given an opportunity I couldn't refuse when invited to Liverpool for Aintree. Yes, it did involve venturing a fair way north of the M4 — outside of my comfort zone — but it was certainly an experience I won't forget. On arriving at the 'Scouser' city on Friday night I really could have been anywhere; it was tropically warm, there were rather Tangoed ladies wearing colourful ensembles tottering around on sky scraper heels, a language being spoken I struggled to understand and just so many incredibly friendly people filling up the streets and bars. The next day people watching was almost as great as the racing itself. As much as I love dressing up and putting on a pair of heels it was such a lovely contrast to be in shorts and flip flops on Sunday, as well as being able to understand the lingo (other than the odd Cornish farmer!) and bumping into friends.