Whilst walking the dog through the woods, last night, I found a five-pound note.
Just laying there on the path, it was.
There was no-one around, so I picked it up and slipped it in my pocket.
I felt quite chuffed with my find… but not as chuffed as you might think.
Y’see, last month, whilst walking through the same woods – with the same dog – I happened across a ten-pound note, again, just lying there on the path.
And again, there was not a soul around, so I trousered that one too.
I don’t know about the streets of London being paved with gold, but the woods in Luton seem to be fairly flush.
Apart from the odd bits of loose change, this is the first decent bit of money I have found for a long time.
i remember many years ago, when I lived and worked in town, I was walking to work bright and early one morning, when I saw a ten-pound note laying on the pavement. There was no-one around, so I happily pocketed it.
Thirty seconds later, I found another one: just laying there on the pavement. That too went into my pocket and I convinced myself – there and then – that I’d be stinking rich by the time I got to the end of the road: imagining bundles of ten-pound notes littering my journey to work.
Of course, I never found anymore.
Maybe my luck has changed .
Or maybe I’ll just be healthier and wealthier if I walk the dog more often.