I’m still hopeful for the Perthshire house lol! Dreams. Gotta have them! I tried to work out which areas of the house could be private and public for…you know, running writer retreats!
Until I read you don’t win I found myself feeling jealous that you had a ticket and I didn’t. How ridiculous that😂 On the odd occasion I buy a lottery ticket I wait a while to see if I’ve won, just to prolong my deluded, empty dreams a little longer. X
I bet you win one in Cornwall, on the Helford estuary. It will have a helicopter pad to nip to London to see your agent and editor and all that whenever necessary. And a heated outdoor pool and a very cute pool box who lives in a cute little cottage beyond the duck pond.
This being said, wouldn't you rather win one in Tuscany?!
Cosh-Yourself-Junction had me laughing til I almost slipped a disc. It sounds like this neighborhood Black Rock, less than a mile from my house where people routinely disappear without a trace. Luv, I hope you win your dream home and live there like Zsa Zsa Gabor. It looks like there’s room for at least eight more husbands and all the jewels, furs and Pekingese lap dogs a girl could ever dream of. Nitey-nite, luv!
My mum often entered prize draws during my childhood. She’d say “I’m going to win £5,000, what shall we spend it on?” (In the 1970s £5,000 was serious money. She never won anything but that didn’t stop her entering them.
I’m in it every month - mainly because I’ve no idea how to cancel it. 🤷🏻♀️ Every month I think, this is the one, and start working out if I’d sell it or live in it. But imagine the council tax! And the heating bills! Then I think, if it’s big enough, maybe the kids and their families could share and we’d split the bills. Then I realise that wouldn’t work because all of us sharing a house would end up like an Agatha Christie novel. So it’s back to selling it. Then I start thinking about the smaller houses I’d buy for us and the kids with the proceeds, which leads me to the Rightmove site and old episodes of Escape to the Country… *sigh*
Ha! A champagne room?! We have one bottle of Prosecco in the kitchen wine cube thing that we were too tired to drink at New Year.
You’ve reminded me of trying to convince my mum to enter the newspaper competition to win a palamino horse when I was a kid. We had a postage stamp garden, but I could dream!
My husband goes on about that Greatest Hits radio thing were you text in for a chance to win loads of cash. Every week he talks about it! Never enters tho because he knows THE ODDS 😆
I think take the money and run!
Thanks for the reminder - entered for the Cotswolds house which I definitely wouldn’t live in. Can’t decide whether I’ll rent it out or sell it😁
I’m still hopeful for the Perthshire house lol! Dreams. Gotta have them! I tried to work out which areas of the house could be private and public for…you know, running writer retreats!
Yes but what about that massive LAWN?
hahaha! I think I'd manage. I mean, what a problem to have, eh!!!
Until I read you don’t win I found myself feeling jealous that you had a ticket and I didn’t. How ridiculous that😂 On the odd occasion I buy a lottery ticket I wait a while to see if I’ve won, just to prolong my deluded, empty dreams a little longer. X
I’m still clinging onto a shred of hope xx
I’m afraid I just look as in this one and only area I am not an optimist but I’ll come and stay when you win
The Meghan style snacks will be awaiting!
I bet you win one in Cornwall, on the Helford estuary. It will have a helicopter pad to nip to London to see your agent and editor and all that whenever necessary. And a heated outdoor pool and a very cute pool box who lives in a cute little cottage beyond the duck pond.
This being said, wouldn't you rather win one in Tuscany?!
Hmmm, I hadn’t even considered that as an option…!
Cosh-Yourself-Junction had me laughing til I almost slipped a disc. It sounds like this neighborhood Black Rock, less than a mile from my house where people routinely disappear without a trace. Luv, I hope you win your dream home and live there like Zsa Zsa Gabor. It looks like there’s room for at least eight more husbands and all the jewels, furs and Pekingese lap dogs a girl could ever dream of. Nitey-nite, luv!
Exactly! Thank you Rafael - just scoping out local London parks, but then I won’t be walking my own dogs, will I!
Heavens no, luv! Just keep Jimmy around, he sounds pretty handy!
My mum often entered prize draws during my childhood. She’d say “I’m going to win £5,000, what shall we spend it on?” (In the 1970s £5,000 was serious money. She never won anything but that didn’t stop her entering them.
What shall we spend it on has always been a favourite game of mine too! (And it’s never boring things - damp proof course, etc)
I’m in it every month - mainly because I’ve no idea how to cancel it. 🤷🏻♀️ Every month I think, this is the one, and start working out if I’d sell it or live in it. But imagine the council tax! And the heating bills! Then I think, if it’s big enough, maybe the kids and their families could share and we’d split the bills. Then I realise that wouldn’t work because all of us sharing a house would end up like an Agatha Christie novel. So it’s back to selling it. Then I start thinking about the smaller houses I’d buy for us and the kids with the proceeds, which leads me to the Rightmove site and old episodes of Escape to the Country… *sigh*
Haha I find myself slipping into the same mental loop!!
Nah … take the money. All the utilities would be mega !! 😀
That’s that settled!
This really made me laugh. I was very tempted by the Perthshire house but I always assumed Omaze was a scam.
Apparently not!
Me too!
Ha! A champagne room?! We have one bottle of Prosecco in the kitchen wine cube thing that we were too tired to drink at New Year.
You’ve reminded me of trying to convince my mum to enter the newspaper competition to win a palamino horse when I was a kid. We had a postage stamp garden, but I could dream!
The dream is what it’s all about!
My husband goes on about that Greatest Hits radio thing were you text in for a chance to win loads of cash. Every week he talks about it! Never enters tho because he knows THE ODDS 😆
The wretched joy killing odds! 😆
I’ll admit to having entered one of these too - for a massive gaff in Devon. Well someone’s gotta win it. It just wasn’t me. Fingers crossed for you!
They also spam you with emails and every time one arrives I think OMG IS THIS IT!!