>Steward at the races: “Excuse me, this area for is for disabled only can you move…. excuse me, disabled only up here… I’m sorry, you can’t come up here… are all of you together?”
[random brief conversation between me, Ben, Geri and Dad. Five minutes passed]
Steward: (to Ben) “Sorry could two of you stand back a bit. We prefer that wheelchair users only have one or two companions up front here because otherwise it means the spectators on the ground can’t see as this is raised.”
Ben: “No problem, we’ll get off of here completely.”
Steward: “Great, your Dad can stay here with your Mum.”
Emma (turns round to face the guy head on): “Ex-cuse me?! Dad can stay here with who?”
Steward: “uh, sorry. you can stay here with your sister, uh daughter… uh…”
Emma: “that’s better”
Steward (to the others): “Is she always like this?”
Emma: “Do I look like his mother?!”
Steward: “I’m sorry, I only saw the back of your head…”
Emma: laughs lots
Steward: beats a very hasty retreat!
When we went to the races in June, my mum had a falling out with one of the stewards… Experience would seem to suggest that the female members of this family cannot go to Newbury Racecourse without falling out with the stewards!