Lucky

It was the last day before the holiday. It was planned to rest, probably for 20-30 days, two weeks at sea, a week for harvesting potatoes. The results of the month were impressive, so much for Betfair I have never earned in just 20 days, even at arbitrage rates. I was somewhat worried about the long break in trade, as well as the exit from the monsters of the trade in September. September and October are two months that will probably put all the points over and ... and say whether to be or not.
The sea is over, there are almost no impressions. The next trip to harvest potatoes, of course in 10 days, I would have earned more than grown in the garden, but parents are useless to prove. Before leaving, it was four days to make money. I must admit that I trade very poorly in markets with high liquidity. There needs a different approach, but I forgot a lot in two weeks. Now he planned to play for 3 days and again break, which affects not only the morale, but also the technique of trade. Two hours at the beginning of the session, I swam in a mixed assortment of crumbs, everything began to irritate, including those around and sounds, then a break for an hour (a comrade came), a small snack and it went more fun.
Before work angered incredibly and I made the folly of the villages to trade in this state. At first he broke off maliciousness, then almost everything merged. The Internet took off. Two not the most pleasant hours to the cat under the tail. There was even the thought of quitting and not trading, got 15 cons. I had to take myself in hand and take a break. Gradually, everything got better, tired and there was really nothing to write, except that he saw the stakes as a fan, or the bot broke whoever it was, or the crozee trader went out on the warpath, on the whole he set all the horses at 10-15 points of rates. I do not know what he won, but it was fun to watch.
The last day before vacation, all again two weeks break, a trip to relatives. I did not want to trade, everything was done by non-Vazhdetsk and the result could be miserable, but suddenly I accidentally got lucky. What a poor fellow put his blood possibly the last 200 euros on the horse Saint Esprit for absolutely stupid understated kefu. Probably counted on Providence Or it was a rich man who threw off a couple hundred crazy money by buying a nickname for a horse that, in French, sounds like the Holy Ghost. By the way, the horse won. In short, the story and motivations of this bet are not known to me, I can only say that I reasonably risked taking against the Holy Spirit at 2.11, and closed 4 after receiving 92 euros for a couple of minutes. Next, a little naskrjabal, then I began to worry about the idea of ​​leaving, well, I decided to better go with money and without nerves.