There I am in the paper #53

Here you go, my column in this weeks Irish Examiner’s Feelgood. Enjoy.

Watching television the other night I tuned into RTE’s  ‘We won the lotto.’ Who hasn’t dreamed about what it must be like to not have to worry about money?

I was in London recently and strayed into the watch department of a very posh department store. While waiting to be thrown out for wearing jeans from Dunnes and a coat with no label, I gazed into gleaming glass cabinets, fogging them up with my breath as I tried to make out the prices.

It wasn’t that I needed glasses to see the numbers, but that I was having trouble figuring how many zeros I was looking at. I stood by one watch in particular and if I counted zeros correctly, it was close to the price of my house.photo credit: Casinolobby.dk <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/155621829@N02/24817451197">pounds_sterling_notes_cash_money_currency_bank_notes_wealth - Must Link to https://casinolobby.dk</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/">(license)</a>

Imagine being so rich you could wear such a watch? Or holiday wherever you wanted?

Sometimes when out with friends we have the,”What would you do if you won the Lotto?” conversation. As we’re usually on a night out at the time, the ways we choose to spend our money are generally not as practical as in the cold light of day. However, their consensus is, winning it would make them happy.

But would winning a million make you happy? Well here’s a shocker, I decided years ago to never play the Lotto, in case I won.

I can hear many of you groaning, and I admit it does sound ridiculous. However I have my reasons, the main one being that yer man and myself live on different planets when it comes to money.

I go by ‘reach into my pocket and hope I find some money in there,’ while he’d never be caught patting his pockets in panic at a till,  realising his money is in the jeans he was wearing yesterday.

It’s not that I’ve no respect for money, it’s just that my storage method isn’t the best. I don’t use either a purse or a handbag so the resting place for my money is either my jeans pockets, my bedroom floor or sometimes, in the case of my debit cards, the lost and found in my local shopping centre.

So if I won the Lotto can you imagine the rows we might have?

Yer man would want to invest it for our children’s university, weddings, future houses, grandchildren and all manner of possible events. I’d want to spend it, now.

My children agree with me about our winning the Lotto, but they do so because they collectively believe I’m no good with money. I think I’ve been harshly judged.

Most days my daily budgeting works like this.

I wake up and my first transaction of the day takes place, the transfer of money from one pair of jeans to another. I don’t check my account balance at this point, but I’m pretty confident there are a few rolled up notes and some coins in it.

Before 9 a.m withdrawals have already been made.photo credit: Casinolobby.dk pounds_sterling_notes_cash_money_currency_bank_notes_wealth - Must Link to https://casinolobby.dk via photopin (license)

“Mum can you lend me two euro for the shop?”
“Mum, after school study money is due today.”

As my family insist on being fed, groceries must be purchased and short of owning a cow I cannot keep us in milk. By nightfall my account is seriously depleted.

The other night I dipped into my pocket to check my balance. As I did so a sizable number of coins tumbled across the floor disturbing the nights television viewing. Yer man and my gang tut tutted and one commented,

”Mum, you’re such a disaster with money.”

So today I bought myself a Lotto ticket. If I win, I aim to prove them wrong. Not that I’ll tell them, but if you see me searching in a purse instead of my pockets for money, take it as a clue.

photo credit: Casinolobby.dk

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14 thoughts on “There I am in the paper #53

  1. I used to not ever want to play the lotto, like you. But these days of declining health, poor finances, and my grown children needing roofs over their heads that aren’t my roof all have me wanting to play. I haven’t yet but if you hear I’m coming to Ireland for a visit, you can guess I have!

    1. Haha. Yes that’s the thing, the dream of actually winning and what you might do. Well if you succeed you will have to give me a call. I might be loaded myself by then!

  2. My dad and now me buy lottery tickets each week, more for the thrill of dreaming of a win, it hasn’t happened as yet apart from the $10 I win occasionally which I’m sure the lottery people do to keep me interested. My dad once said if we won anything big it would ruin everything. I think he meant what would he have to dream about then?

  3. I like playing the ‘what if I won the lotto” game. But, never buy a ticket either. Husband does on occasion. I know what we are doing with the winnings. Do you know a good realtor in Ireland? 😉

    1. Actually I know someone who was on it a few years ago and they got to spin the wheel. I fear even if they did come to my street they’d skip our house.

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