A Lucky Day

Must share this one with you . . .

On our way home from Norwich today Andrew - God love him - mentioned that he really should have bought a lottery ticket yesterday because yesterday had been quite a lucky day for him.  Slightly put out (because I didn't remember the sharing of any 'good luck') I asked why he had been so lucky.  "Well" he said "last night when I bought the fish and chips the bloke gave me an extra sausage and when I bought a cheeseburger in the morning I got a rasher of bacon in it as well"

Long Pause . . .

Now not wishing to p*!? on his parade - so to speak - I considered several reactions to this little gem, in the end I decided there were no words and an ironic, slightly mad laugh was about all I could muster.  I tried to think back to when we got married, I had a lot of hopes and dreams then and I guess many of them were possibly a little ridiculous but I don't believe that, for a moment, I would have thought that 25 years later I would consider an unexpected battered sausage and a rasher of bacon to be a 'lucky' day!.