a stroke of luck
This tale may seem to be more a story of good luck than coincidence, were it not for the circumstances. back in the 1960s I was a poor apprentice, living in digs in a northern town, and this Thursday morning I was poorer than normal. I had not a penny to my name and at 730 I was walking the street to get to work, a good three miles away. In the gutter I spotted a scrap of brown paper. Actually it was more than a scrap of bwon paper - it was a ten shilling note. Probably value around ten pounds today. No more the poor apprentice, I had the fare for the next bus, not to mention money for tea and lunch before the wages van arrived in the afternoon!
Date submitted:Wed, 15 Feb 2012 21:47:32 +0000Coincidence ID:5994