CNPS numbers spotted 0 (873).
I worked out where the bit of plastic came from. And my sources in the guestbook tell me the dripping may well have been the air conditioning. That makes sense. The two areas are in totally different bits of the car. So it shouldn't be as costly as I feared.
In fact it might even be covered by a small windfall I had today. I haven't really been doing the lottery much lately, but my 50 women lottery idea had re-pricked my interest. What with it being a double roll-over on Saturday I had had a couple of goes and when I checked my numbers on Sunday I realised my lucky dip line had won me ten pounds. Three numbers. I was eight pounds up. If you ignore all the other money I've ever spent on the lottery and in fruit machines and at casinos. Eight whole pounds. I could buy a cut price CD.
I went to collect my winnings today and handed the man at my local newsagent my ticket. "I think there's a tenner on that," I said.
He checked it on his machine. "How much did you say?" he asked.
"Ten pounds?" I said.
He shook his head. I was ready to create a fuss and tell him that there definitely was ten pounds on there, as I had checked my numbers carefully, but then he held up a piece of paper telling me that I had won £65. Obviously I hadn't checked my numbers as carefully as I thought. For the first time in my sporadic lottery career I had got four numbers. It was the first bit of luck I've had for a while after a few days of set backs - I've been a bit under the weather. It's my own fault; the socialising has taken its toll. Don't feel sorry for me. Oh you don't.
As I left though my delight turned to slight disappointment. It would have been a much better surprise if he'd handed me a piece of paper telling me I'd won 7.5 million pounds. And if I was capable of misreading six numbers then it was quite possiblet that I could have not realised I had them all. And getting four numbers is pretty close to getting six. Had I just chose more carefully (or if the computer had - it was a lucky dip), then I could at this moment be living in a massive castle on the moon and not be forced to write this stupid daily diary to earn my living. I do after all make almost 1p a day from this stuff. But if I had £7.5 million then I wouldn't need that penny. I suppose now I have £65, under those circumstances I could take almost two years off from Warming Up. But who am I kidding? I love you guys. I'd write this shit for nothing. Though the 1p is nice to get.
I was also struck by a worrying thought. How many other times had I looked at my lottery numbers and not realised I've won something? Do I have some kind of blindness in this area. You know all those times when the jackpot goes unclaimed? Maybe that's mine. Maybe I've misread my ticket and think I have no numbers, but actually have all of them.
How much money have I thrown away to be squandered on the disadvantaged and poor, when I could have been using it to greater effect, building a castle on the moon for me to live in?
I hate the disadvantaged. When will they give up their whining and club together to build me my moon castle? "When?" I ask you.
Never. That's when.
But maybe if the disadvantaged did some stuff like that for us occasionally then we'd be more inclined to help them. But no, they just keep moaning on about their disadvantages and expecting to live on hand-outs from innumerate people who don't understand how the lottery works. I hate them. Just a moon bungalow would be OK for starters, just to show their hearts were in the right place (though of course, for a few of the disadvantaged their hearts literally aren't in the right place). But no!
They're not going to get my £65 though. Nope. That and doubtless a bit more is going to some mechanics. All thanks to my bloody girlfriend's terrible driving. (If you start to believe something yourself, it makes it a whole lot easier to lie about it).
