Julia as Lifeguard – Britannia Pier, Great Yarmouth
It’s the prompt for today, and therefore a lazy choice of subject, but it’s a question that often arises in conversation. I was only saying to Julia last night that if i won the lottery I’d like to buy the bungalow next door and use it to house the domestic staff (cook/housekeeper, butler and maid) that I think we should have to make our lives easier.
Julia says that this is ridiculous and we can make do with a staff of two and answer our own door.She has a point, I suppose.
Long-Tailed Tits
The main point is that we have no desire to move house and no burning desire for a new expensive car. It would be nice to have the money in the bank to pay for a new electric car when the time comes that the VW becomes uneconomic to run. There’s little point buying aflash car because I’d have to worry about it being damaged or stolen. I don’t have to worry about the VW, it’s already dinged in several places and is, honestly, not worth the trouble of stealing. It would, in some ways, be nice to have a van to carry my mobility scooter around, so that I didn’t need to use one of those fragile looking folding ones, but if the win was big enough I’d just have a sedan chair built and hire two bodybuilders to (literally) do the heavy lifting.
Meanwhile, I was actually discussing a subsidiary of this question with a friend last week. If you won the lottery would you carry on collecting? The fun in amassing a collection is, to a great extent, in the hunting for the best specimens in your price range. If you could afford anything you wanted, would it still be fun? It’s difficult to say, because I’ve never been in that position.
But let’s say it was still fun and you put together a collection worth several million. Do you lock it in the bank for safety, or do you spend a small fortune on security at home? Whatever you do, the fun diminishes. It’s a never-ending question, and one which, let’s face it, has changed over the years.
I watched a programme once where a lottery winner paid off the mortgages of his friends. He said they all stopped seeing him because they felt awkward and embarrassed. Winning the lottery is clearly more difficult than it looks.
Anyway, this morning I had cereal and toast and marmalade whilst chatting to Julia and watching birds on the feeders. I may not have won a lot of cash, but I have won in the lottery of life. The best bit about happiness is that the government can’t tax it, burglars can’t steal it doesn’t need to be stored in a special room.
Julia, Sutton-on-Sea
