I turned in my chair to see my best friend, Leslie, Adam’s wife, standing a few feet behind me. Lost in my reverie, I had not heard her come through...the back gate.Suddenly very aware of my present situation I scrambled to cover with my top and turn off my toy. “Leslie, what a surprise, what are you doing here. I wasn’t expecting anyone out here.” I rambled somewhat incoherently in my embarrassment and confusion.“Oh, don’t stop on my account honey,” she laughed at me winking, “I didn’t mean to. One midsummer's day, we were based in Brighton on a job, and after finishing our first shift, we retired to our no-star hotel room after our breakfast. I was the first to stir at about half past twelve in the afternoon, and proceeded to make myself presentable and see what this South coast town had to offer. I walked along the pebble beach, admired the sea and had a look along the famous pier. I wandered around into the town centre, slightly dismayed by the amount of homeless and beggars on. The third door opened and she pulled her golf cart out into the driveway next to my SUV. Her golf cart was a decked out model complete with head and tail lights, dual fans, stereo, water coolers and a covered top. I fastened my clubs on the back next to hers and seated myself on the passenger side.We’ll start on the eighteenth hole. She told me. “I want you to see me play a hole before we hit the practice range. It’s a long par five. That way you might be able to see something I need to work. Whilst I was paying the sight of the lottery machine reminded me to check my numbers. A quick check in my pocket ensured that I needed to do this at home as I didn't have the ticket with me.Both Kate and I agreed that the fry-up was an excellent idea, with my daughter sarcastically saying that it was about time I had one. After doing the dishes and a few other neglected chores I sat down with a nice brew and checked my ticket. As soon as I saw the numbers on the National Lottery website I knew.