So? Was it was it you? Wot won the lottery? Well it wasn’t me. At least I don’t think so. I gave my £2 to a friend to buy and since I haven’t heard it can’t be me. Though, I will admit I am hoping, you know on the off chance that he hasn’t got up and checked yet…
Oh the things I would do!
First and foremost £6 million to Cystic Fibrosis Trust so they can carry on their good work straight away. Oh tell Charlie he need never work again, pay the school fees like forever and those of my nieces, nephews, god children…not that they’ll appreciate it. I mean all that money and sheesh all she did was pay for me to be incarcerated….I promise loves you’ll appreciate the gesture one day.
Set up a business rescuing ancient buildings, a string of farms doing things the old fashioned way with rare breeds, paying everything for everyone so no more money worries and just in case you think I am being far too altruistic
…an Aston Martin.
It would be the first thing I’d do: drop in on the Aston Martin showroom just off Piccadilly.
I used to pass it every day as I walked to work when I lived in London. Inside the privileged glossy showroom there’d be these beautiful pieces of design. Elegance. Such curves and so utterly wonderfully substantially British. At least they were then some 15 years ago.
Can you imagine going somewhere where you never dreamed you’d go and knowig that for the first time you can actually buy something you desire. That it is no longer a dream but a reality.
But which would it be the DB9 Vantage, the Volante? Would I search out the prettiest of them all the DB5? Like the one used in the James Bond Movie? Or what about a car as old as myself but perfectly formed? The a DB6 Mk1 Vantage – yours for only £95,000...
Oh the headiness! Would I be able to speak? Would I be struck dumb by my luck? Would I dare?
It would be such fun!