Not a metaphor

Nothing should be read into this. A few moments later, the blue one veered completely off the rails, reminding me of a certain someone's recent comments about electoral interference.

We visited S's aunt and uncle in Leeds today. They've had a difficult few years, but they're seeing light at the end of the tunnel now, and it was nice to chat over proper Yorkshire fish and chips, cooked in beef dripping of course. 

The snails were Aunt A's Mother's Day present from her devoted son. The race was never completed, as two out of the three snails gave up the ghost halfway down the track. I won't spoil the story by telling you which one survived, but they all ended up in the bin.