As my age progressed towards seven or eight, my mind turned to my future occupation. Nothing appealed to my idle imagination. Until one day I hit upon the answer. I would become a tramp. But not just any tramp. A tramp of means. And so I counted all the money in my assorted piggy banks and gathered all the other necessary information about my life and scribbled it down in a note. I placed my letter in an envelope and marked the envelope 'PRIVATE TOP SECRET DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 31ST JULY.' It seems I did not fill in the year. No doubt because if I have a secret note then I want to open it as soon as possible. I doubt I even lasted until the due date.
When I excitedly ripped it open I was astonished to read: 'My name is... We have 10 people in our family. On Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays we get some sweets. I have got £22 pounds because I have got two banks. My brother has got one bank. When I grow up I am going to travel around England and take £54,000 with me and be a tramp.'
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