Fate`s banana skin!

[pepperami]

Feck ! feck feck! why is it that good fortune is always followed by bad

I do a couple of lines on the lottery every week as it`s the only way I`ll ever become rich.
Handed over my tickets to the shop-keeper to check the numbers and she said I had a pay out to come , so far so good.
She then gave me just over £90 , very nice thinks me and off I trot home to tell the missus the good news.

I get in the front door and the good lady says to me "Hello dear, the tumble dryer is broken and beyond repair, we`ll need to get a new one" .
Well that £90 lasted all of five minutes in my pocket and I still had to dip into my account to make up the difference .

Does anybody else have thier good luck blunted by bad luck or is it just me?
Half of that £90 was going to go into my project bike fund .
Rant over now, I`m calm again now!
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[ThoughtContro...]

The answer is in the wind

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and save your £90 for some bottles of good stuff
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"In a world of universal deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act" - George Orwell

[Suntan Sid]

I know the exact feeling, a couple of years after the lottery started, I did the usual numbers, had 2 lines that were always the same and one lucky dip.
Never watched the show so the missus got up on the Sunday and checked the teletext.
We had 5 numbers in the first line, WHOO HOO, , turns out five nubers isn't mega bucks, , but we did get £1250.
The most galling thing was the sixth, missing, number was on the second line,.

Anyway this all happened just before Xmas, unfortunately we had a major storm on Boxing day which destroyed the flue on the AGA and ripped chunks out of the flat roof on the kitchen. The insurance wouldn't pay out on the roof damage, said it was too old, but did pay up for the flue. The new roof swallowed all the winnings.

Another thing that pissed me off about the winnings was, because it was over a certain amount I had to go and collect it from a PO. Our nearest PO at the time was within a supermarket. I present my ticket, the dopey git behind the counter checks it, realises the amount, then proceeds to shout across the shop the amount I'm due, fcukin' dope. I was convinced I was going to get mugged the moment I left the shop.
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