The Euro Lottery that is.

Again for the umpteenth week, I have bought my two lucky dips leaving it all to destiny to decide if I should I be the lucky winner of £113,000,000 this Friday evening.

Once I have my tickets, I feel very lucky and will continue to do so until I watch the draw. (There’s a 13 in there, lucky for some… and all that.)

I also spend a lot of time wondering how I’d spend all that money and over the past months this has become a favourite pastime of mine.

I would be quite happy sharing my win with another one or two so as not to have too much money. That would be vulgar.

Usually, my dream spending runs like this:-

  1. A house, probably with an indoor swimming pool, huge gardens (with a gardener!) walk-in wardrobes, a massive kitchen and garages for all of my…
  2. Cars. An Aston Martin, a Jag and a little mini to run around in..
  3. Holidays, well more like one big journey around the world, returning every now and then to check the gardener has done his job.
  4. A wedding. Paul and I could tie the knot in style, we could afford to fly everyone we know wherever we decide to marry.
  5. Gifts to my family and closest friends (could possibly be thousands MILLIONS of pounds remember so keep on popping back!)
  6. Charities – The Smile Train, The Miscarriage Association, Breast Cancer research.
  7. A villa in Folgaria so I can visit my childfren and see my friends whenever I like.

There’s plenty more I’m sure but the girls are waking upstairs and interrupting my shopping spree!

Have you ever thought about winning the lottery? How would you spend your money on a big win?

Rudolph potatoes roasted with lamb and vegetables

Best day of the week? I’m not sure, maybe that prize would go to Saturday because as much as I love my Sundays they are tarnished with the knowledge that tomorrow is Monday again.

But Sundays for me are all about relaxing, indulgence, Sunday roasts, delicious desserts – today we have a white chocolate cheesecake for our guests made with my own fair hands mmmm.

Sundays are listening to the radio whilst flicking through the papers seeing who has been caught in the media floodlights this week.

Sundays are not being too concerned about the housework.

Sundays are doing the ironing in front of a Sunday afternoon film.

Sundays are not worrying about the diet for a day.

Sundays are for nice long walks at a brisk pace to keep yourself warm.

the ship inn cobham kent

Sundays are a pint and a glass of wine in the local pub before dinner is served.

Sundays are for family get togethers, when the children can eat more chocolate and sweets than usual, dad gets an extra pint and mums catch up on the gossip.

Sundays are for family days out, paying way too much for the parking, spending exorbitant amounts for food and drinks, finding out you needed to book in order to enter and getting home worn out.

Sundays are for savouring the last Sunday moments on the sofa while the children sleep watching trash TV with a nice cup of tea.

So John lost his captaincy of the England football team as many had predicted and I can’t say I feel very sorry for him.

I have a very high opinion of Fabio Capello who apart from being a devout Catholic also is a family man and understands the importance of the father’s role in the delicate set up of a family.

I’m sure if we’re going to win the world cup (fingers crossed) we’ll win it with or without Terry’s captaincy. Capello’s leadership alone is enough to go on. The man is serious and careful in his decision making.

I just wish the British media would stop dishing out pointless awards for Best Dad of the Year, or Celebrity mum of the year…let’s have a look…Kerry Katona. Why? Katie Price. Again why? John Terry – makes you laugh doesn’t it?

Do we really need to be told by the press these people are ideal role models of looking after their children because quite frankly I disagree with ALL of their pathetic proposals so far. It begs the question of the criteria involved in their poor choices.

Maybe it should have been an award given to Brian McFadden who looks after their girls OUT of the spotlight. Or in this case Toni Terry who whilst her husband is out busying himself with Alicia Duval in the back of a car she is changing nappies and cuddling their children.

I do firmly believe that until all couples pay a little more respect to their partners Britain will remain Broken. It needs everyone to understand and take their commitments to heart. Only if society as a whole starts to recognise this will we ever move forward and evolve into a varing society.

Well done Fabio for taking the harsh decision and best of luck for the South Africa World Cup

Our house went on the market back in Oct – the 16th to be precise, so after three months and only a handful of viewings it’s time to review the situation.

Andy, the manager at RMJ has advised lowering the price by £10.000. We said originally that we’d hold out till the end of Jan hoping that the market would pick up in our favour but now we see other properties on the market for a similar price in a better location and with larger gardens too so time to make that difficult decision.

Other Half wants to lower as of Monday to £2,500 but I think that’s not going to gain anything. In order to attract a new audience we need to lower by £5k to be in a lower search bracket. I can’t convince him otherwise so this is going to be our plan of action for a while.

As for the house we originally put an offer on we are ever more inclined to withdraw it and search for a house about £20k less, allowing us to not be so crippled by a steep mortgage for the next 15 years.

Will keep you posted, I just wish we could lower and get it sold, I’m tired now of hanging around and drained by the emotion and ‘fingers crossed’ that goes with every viewing only to be followed by such disappointment.

I can’t ignore this atrocityand write about something trivial going on in my life. The message here is far too important to be sidestepped.

Two young lads who haven’t even reached their teens are to be locked away for torturing, sexually abusing and almost killing another two similar aged children.

5 years they got and yet it doesn’t seem enough to me.

This kind of news seems to come on a cyclical basis. Who can forget the two 10 year old boys that took Jamie Bulger (a toddler who bored of waiting for his mum wandered out of the shop into the Merseyside shopping mall,)  in 1993 walked him to a train track where they tortured him and left him for dead?

But it’s the phrase ‘Lessons must be learnt from this’ coming from the social services in Doncaster that runs shivers up my spine. Why haven’t we already learnt from them? Haven’t there been enough cases to ensure we’re straight on the case the minute we have an inkling that a young child is becoming a threat to society? 31 missed opportunities to intervene in the two brother’s lives – that says it all.

And although the anger I feel towards these boys is immense and I’m happy they are going inside for a long time there is a part of me which also feels incredibly sorry for them. Sorry that they were born to parents who really couldn’t care less, who ruined them by not loving them and nurturing them as all children should have the right. I’m sorry that the social services didn’t pick up on it much earlier and take these boys and put them in families where they could have had a better chance at life. God knows there are enough people trying to adopt children on our costly and bureaucratic adoption system!

When something dreadful like this happens we, as a society, should take responsibility and not turn the other cheek. It’s a message that cannot be ignored. We must make it a priority to ensure that all children in the UK are being looked after properly, being loved and their needs taken care of so one day we can have a happy world governed by respect, love and intelligence. Or is this Utopia?

And why can’t we make the useless parents responsible for this? Why shouldn’t they pay for their ignorance?