On the spur of the moment I bought a lottery ticket. A lucky dip chance to win £3.1 million.
A jackpot haul offers the chance for so much.
I could pay off my mortgage and fix all the glitches wrong with the house. Windows that don’t let in the breeze and central heating. Imagine a cosy winter!
I could decorate as I would like it and lose the ghastly sofas. I could stop having to defer to Teflon Man’s decisions because he earns the most.
I could have a new kitchen. With a cooker with a door that shuts and cupboards that don’t lean. And a Kitchen Aid mixer. I’d definitely have a mixer.
I could replace my car with its scratches and gaffa-taped wing mirror. I could buy a new bike, rather than the second-hand bone-shaker I ride.
I could free my sister to get a place that’s properly her own (she has the savings, but is still tied to the family home mortgage) and buy my dad some peace and quiet (cos God knows he deserves it). And get the twins sorted as they start on their adulthood.
The fact that Teflon Man has made an offer on a house for his mum wouldn’t eat away at me like it is now. The fact that it’s taking all of our savings and then some and it’s a priority above all else would become irrelevant. I would sleep at night without angst or pent-up anger.
I could take everyone on holiday. It’s been so long since I’ve been on holiday. DisneyWorld. Who wouldn’t love DisneyWorld? It’s not fair that Boo and Noodles have never been and are unlikely to get to go.
Noodles and Boo would have the money for a higher education without being saddled with debt.
I could give money to charity rather than crying that the world is so unjust whilst only donating a fiver. I could help my friends out with more than just a sympathetic ear.
Money may not bring happiness, but it would definitely relieve a lot of the tension at the moment. And the only way I can see to change it is with a lucky Lotto win. So I pin all my hopes on the my six little numbers and…nothing.
Lotto. It could be you…cos it sure as hell ain’t me.