Whilst having a tidy up the other week, I found a Premium Bond in an envelope amongst some old documents. I knew I had it somewhere, but hadn’t seen it for a long time.

It was a £1 bond bought for me by my mother, just after I was born, in the hope that one day it would come up trumps and make me very wealthy.

I already held some bonds from the late seventies: where I worked, there was a Premium Bond club, where we would all contribute a pound a week (I think it was) into a kitty and every so often, John would go and buy a hundred pounds worth and divi them out amongst us. In the short time that I worked there, I amassed thirty-six quid’s worth. Woo hoo!

To get this one pound bond added to my account, I had to write to NS&I, who then wrote back to me with a form to fill out, which needed to be signed by a witness,  after which I then posted back.

A few weeks later, I received six letters from NS&I.

Six.

One told me that the sixty year-old bond had been added to my account.

Another showed my current holding was now up to thirty-seven quid!

And the remaining four told me that I hadn’t won anything on any of my bonds.

The postage alone (never mind the admin manhours) was four times the value of my non-winning bond.

But, with odds of only 1 in 29,557,386,997 per individual bond, I’m sure that top prize of 1 million sovs will soon be mine!