Strange things started happening in our estate. People started waking up to find envelopes stuffed with money on their doormats with a message ‘ENJOY’.
Ours wasn’t a posh estate but a bog standard council estate, lots people elderly or unemployed families living on the breadline. So any money was a godsend to most of them.
Local charities were having anonymous donations of thousands of pounds, hospitals getting new equipment again, anonymously. Local school were having computers installed, again nobody knew from who.
I called in to see Albert to fill him in on the goings on. He was sitting in his usual armchair with Barney, his faithful companion on his lap. He listened quietly to me jabbering on. “Did you get anything Albert?” not mentioning the wad of cash I’d got.
”Aye a bit, might go to Blackpool soon for a few days. There’s a hotel there I can take Barney with me.”
Waiting while Albert went to fetch his shopping list and his usual lottery
money, made me laugh. Poor old guy had done the lottery for years and never won a thing aside from the odd tenner. Told him he was wasting his money, but would he listen?
Albert left some weeks later for Blackpool. Strange thing was removers went in and emptied his flat. Thought the old guy must have died or something. Some days later I received a phone call from Albert. I asked him what was going on, thought you’d died or something .He then explained he’d only gone and won the jackpot in the lottery, SIX MILLION he’d won, only gone and bought a hotel in Blackpool, had himself a penthouse in the hotel and it catered for dogs, told me I’d be welcome any time.
Well I never!!!
