Lottery

Decidedly groggy this morning. Ryder was at my mum and dads last night with his cousin Freddie (for Gruffalo concert) and the house seemed very quiet. Packed the boys off on their bikes and J and I went to grab coffee.
We stopped into see my old mate Latesh who told his unbelievable lottery story.

Last week one of his regular old boys came into the shop and whispered in his ear that 'he had cracked it' (he had the winning Lotto numbers). Latesh sent him home to recheck with his Mrs to be on the safe side. 2 hours later he came back and whispered again that 'he had cracked it!'. Latesh has seen this 80 year old gent every day for the best part of 40 years and for the last 20 years he has religiously bought his weekly lottery ticket. Then all of a sudden he disappears. 2 weeks go by and then today the National Lottery company came by and presented him with the winning certificate for his shop. Turns out the old bugger won £5.7m (about 200 million aussie using current rates!!). Latesh is still none the wiser if he is ok - and hopes he did not have a heart attack. 

Managed a hungover 10k in the late arvo and then as soon as I got home I checked the footie scores. The pre-game ritual of sticking Timmy's Stoke dvds in the bin worked!!!! 29 points after 17 games. Champions League here we come. 

And no better club to support evidenced by Pardew out drinking with the Palace fans after last week's win. Tell me where else does that happen?