Sunday expectations

That’s the third win on the lottery in as many weeks and one might hope that it is a prelude of a rewarding year to come.
Yet being realistic, you know in your heart that omens like that just do not happen.
Firstly, the princely sum of £6 in cash, and then two successive emails that some of both my wife’s and my lottery numbers match the winning line.  Just two, mind you, which under the new lottery setup means we have each received a complimentary lucky dip ticket in the following lottery draw.
Still far from the big time, but whatever the odds against coming up with a few more magic numbers, I still sigh wistfully whenever I pass by this poster in one of our local supermarkets.

The latest email, first thing this morning provided yet another flush of excitement, however short lived, and yes, taking a deep breath when passing by this poster this afternoon, I might be forgiven for the near audible expressjon . . .”if only!”