OK forgive the rambling I just realised I have to write this bit of the email and I have about 10 minutes before our after work staff catch up starts.. anway:

There’s a lot of ‘will it’ ‘won’t it’ dilly dallying going on about the weather this summer and forecasters have started to predict stuff, saying things like:

“The signs are that high pressure will start to build again across the southern half of the UK for the end of May and start of June. This means a good chance of some fine summer weather across England and Wales with sunny spells and temperatures on the warm side.” BBC, Monthly Outlook.

Looking good, eh?

Or stuff like this from more pessimistic and perhaps less professional pundits such as my Granny:

 “It’s just like last year this, by the time it gets to the middle of the summer, all the sunshine has been used up, not like the long hot ones I remember from being young. It’s just not right.” Granny Simpson

If I had to bet on it being a scorcher, or a disappointing drizzler I don’t know which way I’d go. I think maybe it’d be: ‘well if I bet on it being sunny and it’s not-doubly disappointing’, whereas ‘if I bet on it being rubbish and it’s not- I’m a winner each way’. Ha-hah.

Then again, as proved on a fairly recent dabble down the bookies, I’m not the most accomplished of gamblers. My horse didn’t even get a mention on the wind-up radio as we tensely gathered round in a secluded part of the office to see if anybodies 2 quid had made them a millionaire (Hmpf).

Anyway, there are many bizarro things you can bet on nowadays not just the weather. Like how long a certain sleb couple will make it before their marriage crashes to the rocks, or as I saw on one blog how long before Borris Johnson makes such a big gaff he has to hand in his resignation!

This story is amazing: A publican celebrated his 23rd birthday on 23rd September 1992 by staking £23 on number 23 at 23 minutes past the 23rd hour in the Palace Casino, Isle of Man. 23 came up. He won £800.

My magic number is 23- I’ve never felt lucky enough to gamble on it. I still haven’t ever played the lottery as I reckon maybe one day I’m going to get that knowing lucky feeling. Hasn’t happened yet.

I made a bet with my friends, about who could keep a grape in their belly buttons the longest and the person that lost had to eat their grape! Nice.

Tell me your strange stakes, your weirdo wagers, your grapples with gambling (thank you thesaurus.com)

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