You know how it is when you are broke? You don’t want to wish misfortune on someone else but you do wish you could find a tenner on the floor. I find my eyes are often cast down towards the pavement as I am walking Wendell. This reminded me of two amusing incidents that happened a few years ago. On the first occasion, as I was opening my front door a twenty pound note floated down from the sky and into my hand. Jubilant at this seeming miracle, I entered the house, calling out to my son, to tell him of this strange but wonderful happening. Before the words could leave my mouth, said son ran down stairs shouting his money had just flown out of the window. It seems that the draught I caused by opening the front door had caused his money to disappear out through the window, to float down to me.
Another time, Terry and I had an argument and he walked off in high dudgeon. I watched him miss his pocket and drop a tenner, ahead of me which I pocketed, with much amusement. I only let on that I had it after he had searched high and low for it. Snigger.
Oh well, the rain clouds are gathering and Wendell is looking hopeful.