They say you don’t miss what you never had

that too, I came to the conclusion it wouldn't be worth the hassle and get a very nice older one, similarly the missus and me have always said if we had the money we wouldn't have a flash house, you might as well have a sign in the garden saying "we're loaded burglars take note" .
It's never likely to happen but its nice to dream!

 

I would, apart from not worrying about bills or having the ability to not to wait for hospital treatment for the family ( going private) or the kids are set for life ( I would still expect them to work though) I would love to go up to a family where the dad or mam grafts like a trojan at work but financially still struggle and the kids don't get much of a family holiday and say here you go a million, £180 million, I can't really comprehend or know how would be, I would no doubt need a financial advisor initially, even though the interests rates are poor I think a million pays 5k a year x that by 180 = 900k wow

 

everyone would hate you, unless you paid a few mortgages off

 

I stopped doing the lottery and used the money I would have spent on it to invest in stocks

 

With odds of over 45 million to 1.... And the odds of you dating a supermodel are 880,000 to 1... I think it’s pretty much impossible to win... although your chance of bagging a supermodel does improve if you win the jackpot...

 

A bit like me, but I used the money to buy socks.

 

It's true, you'd be able to do a lot of good. The troubl

I think if you won the Euro millions it would be near enough a dead cert!

 

They say money can't buy happiness but it can sure as hell remove issues which might otherwise cause you unhappiness

 

I think people muddle up happiness and being content. Impossible to be happy all the time but I'm reasonably content most of the time.

 

I lived with my nan for a bit, when she hadn't got her ticket to hand she'd write down the numbers as they did the draw so she could check them later.

One Saturday night she starts shouting for me, I was thinking she'd ahad an accident, I run down stairs and she's shaking and can barely speak saying she thinks she's won the million pound raffle. I go on the lottery website and she reads out the numbers and sure enough she'd won a million quid, and I was already imagining myself in Barbados.

So I tell her to sign the ticket, and she rummaged around and gives me it. But the numbers don't match. So I ask her if she has another one. She starts going through her pockets, bags, everything, and it dawns on me.

She'd written down the numbers during the draw. After the news, when they read them out again she was comparing them to the ones she had written down and not her bloody ticket. If it had been a wind up it would have been brilliant.

 

Never did me any good take up too much space