My recent endeavour is to win the lottery. Far -fetched, maybe. Inspiring, definitely.
So this means that once a week I join the millions of other desperate individuals in buying a seven-numbered ticket with the small feeling of hope flare up in anticipation. It’s not the hope of winning that spurs me on but rather the wild fantasies that come with it.
I’ve already spoken to the Ferrari garage abut the deposit that will put down on the newest model. I suppose I should start choosing the million pound house I’ll buy as well.