The Fickle Finger of Fate

So I was telling MrsB and J the story of the infamous Yorkshire racehorse (well to me and my dad anyway) called Ubedizzy trained by Steve Nesbitt who in the 70s bit off his jockeys finger. We'd taken a carrot and an apple to feed this young heavy horse that we regularly pass on a local walk and he'd just snatched both from the hand and was crunching away very slowly and contentedly on the carrot. Am sure this young colt was more like gentle Joey from Warhorse that that my crazy Ubedizzy, but MrsB was wearing a nice new silver garnet ring on her finger as a gift from J for Mothers Day and so the thought had just popped into my head from somewhere out of the past.