When I checked my email at lunchtime today, I noticed an email from the National Lottery. "We have good news about your ticket! Log into your account to find out more."
I'd won the lottery, oh my god! I was unbelievably excited for a moment then I remembered that no matter what amount you win (and I won the grand total of sixty four pounds once but have also won a tenner a couple of times) you get the same email. But part of me couldn't help but hope . . . what if I'd won big? What if I could walk into work tomorrow and throw in the towel and solve a big bunch of my problems in one fell swoop? Realistically I knew it was more than likely to only be ten pounds but you never know . . . Perhaps the bird shitting on my head was lucky after all.
I couldn't log into my account in work as the lottery website is one of the forbidden sites (along with blogger - boo!) so I had to spend the rest of the day wondering, trying to stop myself from hoping too much for a couple of mill, or even a hundred grand at a push.
Got home just there to discover . . .
I'd won two pounds on the dream ticket number or something like that.
TWO FUCKING POUNDS!!!
What a load of absolute shite. The National Lottery need to reword their emails because they are just setting a lot of people up for inevitable disappointment.
By the way, I used the two pounds to buy two more tickets for Saturday's draw. Fingers crossed . . . (yes, I'm SUCH a sucker).