A while ago my mother pointed out to me that spending my hard earned monies on national lottery tickets was foolish. MM and I had resorted to desperate measures to try and put a house deposit together. I know, I know. The fund raising plan of the insane.
Anyway, she suggested to me that perhaps, if I was really going to go down the wishful thinking route, I should enter the local charity lottery instead. I was unimpressed. Sure, there was a better chance of winning something, but I was hardly going to become a millionaire overnight. But after a while I figured I had little to lose and the ticket money was at least going to charity. So I sent off my cheque for £13 which gained me entry into the draw for 13 weeks. And promptly forgot about it.
Soooooooooooooooooooo anyway there was a letter waiting for me when I got home today. I've only won one FRICKING thousand pounds! Oh HELL yes!! Happy happy days.
Cheers for the idea ma!
Newly rich-bitch,
firefly xxx
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