Back in November 1994, life was a lot different for me.
My wife-to-be and I had only met a few months previously, there was most definitely no sign of a child on the horizon ... and I still believed I would become a lottery millionnaire.
That month saw the first National Lottery draw take place and I vividly remember sitting in the lobby of a hotel in Sheffield with Pauline and her mum and dad awaiting the announcement of those
Eagerly clutching my ticket I was convinced I was on to a winner.
As each number flashed on to the screen, however, my expectations diminished.
Oh well, I’m not going to a millionnaire, but maybe a few thousand? No. A couple of hundred? No. In fact not even a measly tenner between the four of us.
And my luck’s not improved in the intervening years.
My biggest win was £120 ... and that was plit between 10 of us.
Now inflation has caught up with the National Lottery with the price of a ticket going up to £2.
Maybe now’s the time to give up and accept my lot in life.
On the other hand, maybe next week it will be finally be my turn to scoop the jackpot!