We didn’t, I must confess, get much work done today. Well, not much work of a decluttering nature. I spent most of the morning writing instead of working and Julia spent most of the day preparing for an art session she is running tomorrow. It won’t be appreciated by the organisation, though the clients will enjoy it. That seems to be the way of things at the moment. Normally, when I dream of winning the lottery, I see myself giving a month’s notice and acting as a responsible employee should.
However, if we win enough (my normal £2 win won’t be enough, I’m afraid) I’m going to take great pleasure in listening to Julia’s end of the phone call where she rings up the morning after the win and hands in her notice instantly.
There’s a £70 million rollover on Friday. If I win that I will suggest that we retire early.
Then I locked my keyboard. Not entirely sure how I did it, but I did. The computer was supposed to be off but it switched itself on and when I got back to it, after stacking stuff all over the table, there were messages on the screen. One must have related to locking the keyboard, because that is what happened.
I got Julia to look up how to unlock a keyboard, but it didn’t work. So I tried the old keyboard we had hanging around. It wouldn’t plug into the back of the computer. Fortunately we had a third one, the one I used to use with my laptop on the farm (yes, we really do need to declutter – but look how useful it is to have three keyboards). This one plugs into a USB port and fortunately the computer, though old, does have several, so I was able to connect it up and get going. I really do hate computers…
…and computers feel the same way about me.
If I win the £70 million at the weekend I will probably get a new computer too. But mainly I will buy myself a house enclosed in a bubble, with filtered air and an airlock for a door so the grocery delivery man can deliver them without breathing on me. Let nobody accuse me of not taking Covid seriously.
This is not at all like I used to dream of spending my lottery winnings.
I was chairman of a charity, one of whose projects was a mental health one for patients working in a café. As one such gentleman served me, he asked if I’d bought my lottery ticket yet. I said I didn’t buy them because I had no chance of winning. “The man who won £12 million last week wouldn’t have done so if he thought that”.
I should have added ‘was his reply’
I understood, even without the post script. He’s right, but on the other hand if you put two pounds a week in a jar you will have £100 at the end of the year. I won’t…
Wishing you and Julia best of luck on the Lotto! 🙂
Thank you. I fear we will be disappointed, but it’s nice to dream…
I call it a dollar’s worth of hope. 🙂
🙂 A lovely way to look at it.
Covid-19 gives us strange dreams.
It certainly changes perspective.
Bubble house. That’s a new one
I just thought “What would I buy?” And for the first time ever, the answer wasn’t “red sports car”. Times, they are a changing…
Is that what the kids call adulting?
It could be. I might finally be growing up.
All things are possible. Though I’m hoping it’s just a phase I’m going through…
Those few simple words set me off thinking of 10cc and in my head it is now 1976 at a school disco…
Looks like maturity will have to wait a while.
If I win, I too will start putting Scottish Honey on my porridge. :=)