I went to Tesco's on Saturday to buy some cigs. Whilst queing up for my cancer sticks, out of the blue came a strong urge to chance my luck on the lottery. I haven't entered into the dream of millions for a number of years but for some devine reason felt a strong compulsion to enter Saturday's draw. Such a powerful urge to be "in it to win it", made me feel justified in spending an extra two pounds (I put two lines on), how could I loose?
I got three numbers.
Spread across two lines.
Back to work for another week.
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