Those of you with long memories might remember that Carolyn and I have our own two-person lottery syndicate. I (very sensibly) choose random numbers each week; Carolyn (very foolishly) picks the same numbers each week. Carolyn's numbers are based on our birthdays, our mutual age, and the numbers of the houses we were brought up in, three doors along from each other. So far, my numbers have won us a total of £80 (or there about). Carolyn's have yet to win us a sausage.
After this evening's draw, Carolyn sent me the following text message:
It's your fault! If you'd been born two weeks earlier we'd have won £10. Typical!
How do you tell your oldest friend in the world that her gambling system is shite?