RE: What odds on a 32p Spoiler?22 Dec 2025 15:46
It was light in the afternoon when he came down the stairs. He would later share the details but first a pint:
“Morning”, he’d said apparently.
“Morning, Wood”, she replied as the sun shone through, the curtains - settling on her face as he moved fully into view.. .. her eyes reflected her desire.
“need a hand”
“Been awhile love “
… and it had.
So long since it had been his fisherman’s tale lighting up the afternoon down the dog and duck.
Still, no one could remember those days… at least not since the ticker last read: WG: 0.30 bid.
The truth:
It had been several years, since Wood had risen - morning or afternoon in his household and the toilet paper had run out…