Fortuity
I was in the front garden talking to my upstairs neighbour last Saturday, when the postman dropped some mail into my hand. I opened the first envelope, and it was a missive from the Inland Revenue.
"Dammit," thought I. "I owe them £240. Ah well, will give them a call during the week and settle up with them."
I was mildly deflated, because I
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