Harry's Blog

Sometimes I think I live something of a charmed life. Perhaps it's the luck of the Irish, maybe it's living with the environs of the Stockport Triangle. Whatever the case may be, I seem to hop from crisis to crisis like a frog jumping between lillypads and somehow come up smelling of roses.

Today was a day of impending financial doom. Yet it has been averted. Somehow I've been paid a week early and those payments that I expected to cause my bank to go ape today are covered. I can pay for my holiday, I can afford some Jaffa Cakes for lunch and I can feel relaxed.

For feeling relaxed is much better than being rich. Riches don't interest me that much. I know God has no intention of letting me win the lottery because I'd make a complete arse of it and would be broke within weeks - that's why I enjoy playing the lottery occasionally, it's just a silly game that gives me a £1 piece of paper to throw at the bin. Which is a fabby little game, isn't it?

But anyway. What I mean is that I don't seek riches. It's just nice not to have that fear and stress from being broke. And today some stress has been washed away and I can feel like a happy bunny until the next little crisis that comes my way.

I can now look forward to a fabulous weekend.