It's bingo for me tonight. Not playing it - I can think of little more boring than that - but calling for the old wrinklies. Mind you, I've a feeling that some of those wrinklies are actually younger than me! It's one of the Lions' service activities. That being so, we charge the old ducks just 50p a game and pay out magnificent prizes - all of £3 for a line and (whisper it) £6 for a full house. Then what ever they have paid is used for the prize money for the last, free game. This can mean a payout of £30 or more for the house.
Which seems very small beer indeed when compared to the £1 million a couple I know have won on the lottery this week. Even that sounds quite petty when you think that some people have won many millions, including one who scooped £108 million. I think I could probably cope with a million, but a hundred million? No thanks!
It might seem a little strange, but I would find it difficult to cope with that sort of money. OK, so I would give some to each of my children - but not too much! I would possibly splash out on a few things - but even after all that I'm sure there would still be more than £100 million left to give away. And that's where the difficulty would come, deciding how to split that much money and which charities should receive how much.
As I was instrumental in setting up Leo House, which provides a hospice in the home service for children in Sussex, I should probably give them some. Cancer research would also be a beneficiary, as would Macmillan nurses, but after that I start to get overload. Still, as I never buy a lottery ticket, this is one problem I shall never have to face.