It's like when you've just pulled into a carpark in town and
realised you haven't got enough money to cover the parking meter
then finding a stray pound coin in your glove box.
Well done- I hope you didn't spend it all at once.
Just chortling at the contents of your glove compartment. The pen,
yes....CD's...yes...but confetti?....I guess a girl always has to
be prepared!
In mine I have..ermm..*thinks*....de-icer, service manual,
ermm..duster...some pens that don't work...cd's...a tin of sweets
that will be stuck together now cos I never eat them. God I'm so
boring!
Gerilyn and Mcallan, thanks for sharing in my joy. This wasn't
meant to be a private blog btw, I just forgot to tick the relevant
box. I am still wet behind the ears when it comes to blogs, it
seems. Although it is interesting for me to note that it attracted
more comments than the carefully constructed blog in which I railed
against the vast sums of money paid out to professional sportsmen.
How many of them would rejoice at finding a fiver I wonder?
But I did have a scary moment in the pub this evening when I handed
over a fiver to the barmaid. "Oh my god!" I suddenly thought, "I
was gonna frame that fiver." So a sad moment intervened in the
otherwise spectacularly happy day. My children had shared in the
celebrations at tea-time, having overcome the disappointment of not
spotting the very same fiver as we walked along together, and we
had together resolved that it should be framed, and that the 15th
Feb 2011 would become a special day, and that each year we would
mark the event in some way, though I'm not sure how. So when I
thought I'd handed over the fiver to the barmaid of The Gladstone
pub I felt slightly sick, because a fabulous memento of a wonderful
event had been lost. But my distress was unnecessary, because, as
it turned out, it was a different fiver, and when I arrived home
there was the fiver, that had been carefully dried on the radiator,
it having spent an unspecified lengh of time in a puddle, and so
all is well, and the fiver can still be framed, and the annual
celebrations can still go ahead.
Back in my largely impecuniate busking days, I missed the last
train back to London from Brighton, and was walking despondently
back down the hill to find a park bench for the night, when I
spotted a tenner on the ground. When I picked it up and unfolded
it, it turned out to be two tenners.
Totally! I found a late-night kebab shop and bought several bottles
of Efes lager. The girlfriend who was with me also spent the night
in the park, and nearly made me spit out my beer (!) when she
suddenly screamed. What was so terrifying? It was a badger waddling
past!
I found £30 outside a Faith No More concert. I felt kind of torn -
it was potentially someone's beer money after all - but it was just
lying on the grass outside the venue; I couldn't very well yell out
'hey, has anyone dropped £30?!'. I'd've been flattened!
Badgers are much bigger than people think - I saw my first one when
I was 9, out for a woodland walk with my Dad and brother at 5am on
a lovely summer's morning. I was quite shocked at how huge it was!
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Well done- I hope you didn't spend it all at once.
Finding money always makes ya happy though doesn't it- whoever said money can't buy happiness was obviously just a rich saddo.
In mine I have..ermm..*thinks*....de-icer, service manual, ermm..duster...some pens that don't work...cd's...a tin of sweets that will be stuck together now cos I never eat them. God I'm so boring!
But I did have a scary moment in the pub this evening when I handed over a fiver to the barmaid. "Oh my god!" I suddenly thought, "I was gonna frame that fiver." So a sad moment intervened in the otherwise spectacularly happy day. My children had shared in the celebrations at tea-time, having overcome the disappointment of not spotting the very same fiver as we walked along together, and we had together resolved that it should be framed, and that the 15th Feb 2011 would become a special day, and that each year we would mark the event in some way, though I'm not sure how. So when I thought I'd handed over the fiver to the barmaid of The Gladstone pub I felt slightly sick, because a fabulous memento of a wonderful event had been lost. But my distress was unnecessary, because, as it turned out, it was a different fiver, and when I arrived home there was the fiver, that had been carefully dried on the radiator, it having spent an unspecified lengh of time in a puddle, and so all is well, and the fiver can still be framed, and the annual celebrations can still go ahead.
Hooray
Wrath, so it wasn't you who made your girlfriend scream? How exciting to find 2 tenners though I've never even found 1 tenner, not even a fiver. :(
Badgers are much bigger than people think - I saw my first one when I was 9, out for a woodland walk with my Dad and brother at 5am on a lovely summer's morning. I was quite shocked at how huge it was!
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