ShewhomustbeEbayed. My best ‘weird win’ was a years’ supply of milk, in a competition held by our local newspaper. I assumed that it would be vouchers for a local dairy, until the lady phoned to tell me I had won. Could I collect it as soon as possible, she said, because it was clogging up her office. It was hundreds of cartons of long-life sterilised milk, which we all hate. It filled up all my boot and back seat.
I gave some away to friends and neighbours. The rest I sold to our local corner shop, at a bargain price.
I had some good laughs at all the online shopping stories, especially the solitary sausage and sprout. They make me glad, though, that I always shop in person, the old-fashioned way.