Louise has always loved the Grand National. It comes from times spent with her dad over the years and cheering them all on. But her dad's gone for several years now and I figured it was high time we started the tradition again. So now that Molly's old enough to understand the idea and able to sit still for a few minutes we had ourselves a Grand National day. Bets were made, fun was had. We got 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 7th and 9th. But for some reason the bastards only pay out for 1st. Molly thinks that most unfair.