Another Win

Oh yes, the LOTTERY. Another one I did not, would not, could not participate in, yet my lucky number found its own sweet way into the pot of gold. Eighthundredfifty thousand Euro STERLING, no doubt another new, perhaps exciting currency has raised its interest head while I was busy writing poetry of rhyme. Would anyone in need of money become my agent, fetch the dough for me and send just fifty Eorocent in every Sterling to me, who lounges now, in my recliner, (inflatable, of course) at Woorim Beach. Potato Vodka by my side and dreaming of conversion rates.