Euro Lottery Winner – was it you?

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!

I’m a lotto winner!

And I’m going to spend, spend, spend, spend, spend!
It was amazing and it was quite by accident too.
I was taking The Boy to swimming but had forgotten to pick him up a packed tea as we always do as a bit of a treat. Running a bit late as usual too. So on the way to the swimming pool, I stopped off at the local village shop and he and I got out to get him some sandwiches and crisps.
There wasn’t that much to choose from and The Boy was really upset but he started to look around for another treat while I paid for what we could get. I asked for a lucky dip. I always go for the lucky dip believing that if I had a set line of numbers the one day I forget to play would be the one day they all come up.

Just at that moment The Boy interrupts with a large packet of Malteasers. I bark at him to put that back and ask for my lucky dip please. When I get it, I notice that instead of one line the shopkeeper has given me two.
I explain I only wanted one, but then feel a bit stupid and say it doesn’t matter.
We leave and although I try not to think of it there’s a bit in me that says: “This is meant to be.”
I really DO try not to think of the extra line but it hangs about me like a half finished dream. I can’t seem to help it and I start to plan what I would do if in my head. All the things I could do! I get a grip and refuse to even watch the whole shenanigan on the TV waiting until two days later before I finally check my numbers.
The first line - nada.
The second line: OH MY GOD!
I have matched. I have won for the first time ever on the lotto – it is so exciting I have a whole £6.70 to fritter away…oh you though it was more? He he he – come on it’s better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick and it was fun seeing the numbers come up with the: “You’re a winner!” message rather than the: “Sorry none of your numbers match” one.
We’re off to buy the latest kids DVD on offer – Monsters vs. Aliens. I think I will have to dip my hand in for an extra 30 pence but hey it’s half term and I’m going to go crazy and splash out for once!
Note: Making mistakes doesn't always have to be costly!

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