Things go sour very quickly and then we part. We go our separate ways.
Take when I was a kid. I didn’t win a Penny Chew for years and then one summer week at Weymouth Carnival I won three prizes on the raffle in a single day. Three.
And then nothing. Absolutely nothing ever again.
Because over the last month Lady Luck plainly took a shine to my blogging exploits and hooked up with me once more. We were an item once again. I couldn’t move but she was there shaking her tush at me and winking, "Fancy a punt?" Not ‘alf!
First, thanks to a mini competition at Don’t Panic. RTFM I won this:
And then last week Lady Luck hit me with her twin bazookas and thanks to Bringing Up Charlie I won the following two prizes:
Chocolate and Lego. For me, that’s like the Ark of the Covenant and The Holy Grail. Luck, I love you and you can shake those tassles in my face as hard and as fast as you like.
I was on a roll. I could feel it. Dead cert. No shit.
So on Saturday I bought one of these:
And then Monday morning I headed into work as sodding usual.
Luck, you’re a fickle bitch.