I popped in to see the Intrepids after work. My sister was there being loud and full of life, and all the other things I’m not. Before I knew it, she was proclaiming what happens when she wins the lottery tomorrow and who’s getting what.
In the distraction, my Mum thrust a plate of dinner at me without me being able to protest, and so that was that.
“I’ll pay your mortgage off!” blasted my sister, “And you can scrap that old thing out there...” (she waved her hand in the direction of the drive) “...And you can have any new Ford Focus you want! You just pick the colour!”
I quite liked that she thought I’d still pick a Ford Focus despite my sister offering me a chunk of £143 million. She’s probably right.
Meanwhile my parents would be off on another cruise, my other sister gets a loft conversion, and perhaps I finally get to go to Tahiti.
“I’ve decided that if I say I’m rich, then it has to be,” she declared fearlessly. I greatly admire my sister.
I asked my Dad if he could check with the neighbours about borrowing their towing eye, so I can finally get my car fixed next week. He nodded, knowingly.
If she wins Euromillions tomorrow, you’ll be the first to know.
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