What would you do if you won the lottery?
Why? Because I don’t do it!
I win every time I don’t play, because the £1 stays in my pocket!
I can do better than crossing my fingers and hoping. I get out and do something to earn a crust, and enjoy myself a lot more in doing it.
I’m not saying I haven’t tried, but I never won a bean—ever. I might have won a toilet roll crocheted cover once, but I don’t exactly count that as a win. I gave it to the granny next to me in the pub.
I find the mega millions won by one person slightly obscene. The whole process fosters greed. Why not a dozen or more wins of say, £100,000? That’s enough to help anyone on the way. I know why—it appeals to our greedy imagination, we want more!
So now when someone comes round with the raffle, I refuse. I haven’t been chased out of the village with a pitchfork yet for refusing to buy a ticket and win a box of Tunisian Camel ring pieces that Uncle Jack brought back from his desert campaign against Rommel.
Each to their own…..