Yesterday me and Small Hannah, against our will, ran a tombola at my old primary school, the PTFA of which my mother is the head. I know that was a really badly-constructed sentence, but it can't be helped. I dressed as the Dutch Embassy. Hannah dressed as Germany. A typical conversation from the tombola stall: Stupid Person (SP): Can I buy this? Me/Hannah: No, this is a tombola. SP: Oh. So what do I have to do? M/H: You buy a ticket, look at the poster to see if it's won, and if it has, you get... read more
