Frankie's finals and disorganised Bev

We found out on Stoxnet last night that Frankie has already won 197 finals, so only has 3 more to go until he wins his 200th! It's anyone's guess when he will win his 200th - it could be at Cowdenbeath, or sooner or later, but we NEED to be there to celebrate!
Dopey Bev calls herself organised but then managed to double-book herself for next weekend - she had booked up a meal at the Trattoria Vecchio in Baldock (seriously yummy Italian restaurant, recommended by our own Italian bear, Bruno) to celebrate Paul's birthday and then decided she wanted to go to the racing at Kings Lynn on the very same evening. Doh, call yourself organised? Call yourself a project manager? Poor Bill was in tears thinking a. that she had forgotten his human's birthday, and b. that he was going to miss out on a scrummy Italian meal. I slapped Bev and reassured Bill. Gosh, is a bear's work never done? All these people and bears to organise, but then I suppose I am the top bear in the house.