As much as the ongoing pandemic does and should occupy our thoughts at the moment, I'm worried the medical situation is overshadowing the fact that I seem to be being particularly singled out for God's ire.
As has become obvious to you all now, (A) I can't win any of the various Poppies raffles and draws, and (B) I've announced the two best Poppies kits in living memory are the ones shown in the previous article.
So, what's happened now to prove I've been cast aside from the benevolent gaze of the Almighty?
Well, my two favourite Poppies shirts have been drawn to face off against each other in the 1st knock-out stage! This is a disgrace! And I sense the cruel hand of Ken Samuels somewhere at the back of this conspiracy. As usual.
And now my good lady wife scooped one of the wining tickets in the latest Trust 300 Club draw! Not me. Her! This is worse than a complete stranger winning! The fates passed close to me, and lightly brushed me with good fortune before moving on and smiling munificently on the person immediately next to me!
Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not a monster. I'm moderately happy for her. I suppose. She's probably quite deserving. But not as deserving as me. Again, this travesty smacks of Samuels....
It looks like I'm going to have to buy EVER MORE 300 Club Tickets for the next draw so that the Trust can buy the Club a glorified sponge for all that rain we no longer get and keep all of my fingers and toes crossed. Consequently, the next blog may be as difficult to type as it is to read.
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