LUCKY JACK by AndAnotherThing
The advert said: "send one pound and I’ll send you two hundred pounds”. So I sent it a pound. I wanted to know what it is like to be stupid. Then, today a letter arrived with two hundred pounds in it! Now I’ve just seen another advert saying: “send me two hundred pounds and I’ll send you two million pounds”.
FORGIVE OR FORGET? By AndAnotherThing
I forgave the forgetfulness. He left the seat up, picked his nose, was poorly dressed and clumsy . . . couldn’t dance, wasn’t musical but hummed along. Not one for the great outdoors . . . watched, didn’t play Squash and swam in an outstandingly unique, embarrassing way. I forgave all that. I tried but I couldn’t forgive his desperate poverty.
GETTING IT DONE by AndAnotherThing
Any minute, he’ll fall to sleep. Can’t do anything lying on my back: clean, polish, laundry and ironing. Oh do hurry up! Perhaps if I called his name? Oh yes, that’s done it. But somehow things aren’t the same. “You can stop now.” You’ve taken a pill?” I never said you didn’t satisfy me. Now I can’t do the housework
