Out with Douggie the doggie on an exceptionally early walk this morning, I was chatting to a couple of chaps who told me about a man who decided to go to Blackpool with £26,00 (or £35,00 depending on which paper you read) in a chocolate tin which was then stolen while the owner played on an arcade machine.
The thieves tried to sell the tin for a fiver to passers by, not realising what was actually inside it. Eventually, not being able to flog the chocs, they decided to eat the them, opened the tin and discovered the cash, £6000 of which was immediately picked up by a gust of wind and scattered along the prom creating a riot as people scrambled to pick it up. There’s more….
The story is here if you want to read the whole debacle for yourself.
What I really I want to know is how someone stupid enough to carry that amount of money round in a biscuit tin, and leave it on the floor while he played arcade machines, has been clever enough to amass it in the first place.
The whole story is just so wrong on so many levels I’m not altogether sure it isn’t a late April Fool’s joke.
This one’s a repost of one from last year.
Having done a hard morning’s slaving over a hot computer, I kept being disturbed by the the rumbling noises coming from my tum.
The hens have been on egg laying overtime and we have about 3 dozen eggs all waiting to be used up or distributed among family and friends. “Mmmmmm, poached egg on toast, yummy. That’ll do for my lunch.” The eggs were poached to perfection, I little dash of salt and black pepper and off I trotted to go and enjoy them.
As I went to sit down, somehow, the plate tipped and one slice of toast and egg slid off. “NOOOOOOOO!”
In a stupid attempt to try and catch it I actually ended up batting it volleyball style right across the room and it landed, on my honey coloured living room carpet. The egg exploded, the perfectly cooked yolk covering a distance of about 3 feet, the white in a million little bits, glistening in the spring sunshine and mocking me. “Ha! Not so keen to eat me now, are you?’
I went to fetch cleaning materials, a wet cloth, a dry cloth, kitchen roll and carpet stain remover. Just tell me will you: why I didn’t think to put my plate with the remaining egg and slice of toast down first? While I was trying to juggle all the items I was carrying my fingers accidently tightened on the trigger of the carpet cleaner bottle and squirted 1001 stain buster all over my remaining egg!!!
The banana I ended up having for lunch was delicious.
I’ve just read a news report that it I hadn’t seen with my own eyes I would never have believed. It’s a plan to sell off England’s forests to the highest bidder.
What do our Government think they are playing at?
Luckily, they haven’t been able to sneakily sell it off from under our feet.
Petitions and action groups have been set up to voice the opinions of the nation. I wasted no time in adding my voice to the thousands of others who feel that a move like this can only be detrimental to the good of our beautiful country. Do you want to add yours? Here’s the link to Save England’s Forests