My Dad, The Fete DESTROYER

 I've spoken alot about my escapades with my sister I thought I might as well go through the whole family. Starting with my dad!

I love my dad more than anything, but that's not to say that he hasn't done a few things in his lifetime that have made us question his intelligence...

This one time we were at a tiny little fete we were supporting. There must have been about 25 people there altogether but even so, they decided one of the events would be a raffle. This was a lovely idea with a wonderful array of prices to be won.

My dad, being the kind man he is, decided that he wanted to support this fete by giving some money and the way he saw this was through the raffle. He therefore bought £20 worth of raffle tickets at £1 each.

Just to clarify, that's 20 raffle tickets for just our family.

This was all lovely until we saw how many raffle tickets were in the bowl to be chosen from.
I'd say max 30- meaning 2/3rds of those tickets were ours.
This prediction came horribly true when one after another our numbers were picked out.

Each of the 5 of our family got a prize and then we just had to keep putting them back in, again and again

and again

I could genuinely say it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
Though I did get a free teddy bear and box of chocolates out of it!

Now do you guys understand where I get my stupidity from?! It's not me, it's genetics!!!!1

Thank you father, for paving the way for me to fail and cringe as much as I do during my everyday life. I love you xxx

(Oh yeah and this is a picture of my Dad in Brussels next to the"Manneken Pis". He was desperate to find it just so he could say "piss" without my mum telling him off.
Yep that's my Cambridge-educated father)


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