Lottery jackpot winner Susan Crossland reckons her dead dad gave her a sign that she was going to win.
The day he died a white feather floated to the ground near her. Then she won £1.2million – a mere two years later.
Gee. Only the other day I saw TWO blackbird feathers in our garden. And, come to think of it, it’s exactly 30 years and 159 days since my dad died in his car, after he swerved to avoid a blackbird and drove into a ravine. Oh my God – it could be this weekend! Maybe I should do an extra line, just to be doubly sure.
No, I shouldn’t take the piss, should I? There may be, just may be, stranger things out there than we know.
For instance, my mate Frank, who has written two novels (one of them chronicling my adventures), is a firm disbeliever in all things hereafter and similarly spooky, but …
His new novel is titled The Trouble With Money (The diary of a Lottery winner), and two of the first 10 people to buy it won the Lottery the following week. Now, he won’t, or can’t, tell me how much they won (maybe it was a tenner each), but it makes you wonder.
He gave me a copy. Maybe I should buy one …
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