Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

You’re forgiven for thinking I’m talking about the quiz show “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire”. I’m not. I’m of course referring to that wonderful song from “High Society” that runs through my head everytime I see a lottery ticket.

I don’t really.

No I promise I don’t.

Seriously.

A large number of zeros at the to the left of a decimal point does hold a certain lure I’ll admit.

It’s not about the quantity though, it’s about the quality of those decimal points.

Had I won the EuroMillions jackpot last night (€95 million but who’s counting?) I’m sure I would have found plenty of ways to shave a couple of zeros off the bank balance. Mind you I could think of multiple ways to add zeros to the right of my bank balance as it is!

Congratulations to the individual in the UK who won the draw last night.

Lucky so-and-so.

I have written this blogpost several times over then deleted it. I ranted about the facilities that I think we need but have no funding to provide to the community. I yakked about how much a little bit extra money a week would make a difference to us as a family. Then I wrote about how the lack of money to our household has defined me as a person, my role in the household and the blog.  I wonder if that would change if we suddenly had a windfall? In fact, no need to wonder, I’m sure it would.

Every now and again when I’m having a particularly bad day himself finds a Euro or two in his pocket. He buys me a lottery ticket.

One day I will win.

In the meantime, it’s a small price to pay for some fantastic dreams and wishes.