Loss

I only buy a lottery ticket when I’m feeling lucky.

Last night we didn’t win the lottery, again. Can you believe it?

At least this was a straight forward washout, not one of those twisted ones. One where you get an email saying you’ve won, go to your account, only to find you’ve won less than the price of the ticket.

Last night was a triple rollover, triple disappointing.

The loss hits particularly hard because we’d picked out the perfect house to buy with our winnings. We walked past it on our early morning walk yesterday. Just around the corner from home. It has a garden, essential for future lockdowns and a sunset view. It’s for sale and empty. If all that wasn’t reason enough to buy a lottery ticket, it’s so close to our current home, that we could almost carry our furniture to our new residence one piece at a time.

To recover my momentarily lost equilibrium, I’m off to the park.

It’s free, it’s beautiful, life is good.