Oh, hello Everybody, what’s going on with you? Are you at peace with the world? I was until I arrived at the table this morning, and I’m now a little concerned about how the rest of the day is going to pan out. I am hoping a calm will descend and no further action will be taken, but, I believe, a straw may just have broken the camel’s back…
Living on the Edge 157; Answers on a Postcard…
Anita sighed, and in an attempt to find comfort, thought back to the old adage ‘this too shall pass’. But when exactly would this madness pass?
Frank had been entering competitions again. This wasn’t a thing he did now and again. He had made a career of it. A while back Anita thought she’d convinced him it was high time he retired, sat back and just enjoyed his winnings but no, Frank seemed to be unable to stop…
As far as Anita could see, there were two problems. The first was that Frank never looked at what prizes were on offer before he entered, the second that Frank was incredibly lucky.
It was only February and so far that year Anita had had to contend with a speed boat, a year’s supply of Campari, a goldfish in a bag, a set of red barstools and several over-sized cuddly toys. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful but, when Frank returned home from his latest TV quiz appearance with a two week underwater holiday in Antarctica, Anita began to wonder about holding a raffle. With Frank as first prize… xxx