Saturday, 26 March 2011
I've won bugger all
Finding my dear old Dad wasn't that hard and soon I found myself chatting away and cunningly slipping in the lottery win enquiry. Turns out he pulled in quarter of a million pounds. My heart sang a happy tune as I envisioned a future filled with all I could drink, and all I could use. Sadly however, this was not to be the case.
You see my Dad had been paying more attention then I realised. He gave me a oner and sent me on my way. He knew feeding me with a substantial cash flow would have more then likely killed me. It's a funny thing, at the time I didn't quite see it that way. In fact I didn't see it that way for quite a while. But now I do. A few years into my sobriety I got to make amends to my dear old Dad and this I can assure you is a wonderful thing. Now I do the lottery myself almost every week, I've won bugger all yet my life is mostly great.
Posted by Dobbo at 10:27 pm