157,000,000 Shades of Money

Dear You,

With the prospect of perhaps winning £157 million tomorrow, I naturally bought a lottery ticket. This seems to be one of my only tastes of gambling so far (the last lottery ticket I bought was on my 16th birthday- the night before that 100 millionaires thing before the Olympics or whatever), and will have to suffice until I am eighteen and can frequent Bingo Halls, mingling with old dears and middle-aged men whose lives have taken a wrong turn.

Anyway, this topic of conversation rather dominated our bus journey home, and mainly involved us discussing what we would buy. Here's my list:
- An alpaca farm
- A fleet of Segways
- A fleet of micropigs
- Houses in New York, London and Hollywood
- Shares in Disney
- A theatre
- A double-decker bus, in which I would put on plays
- A campervan (my friend smugly reminded me that she has a campervan. I told her that I'd give her some of my money. I lied.)
- A harp and lessons
- A homeless shelter (for homeless people, not me; keep up, I now have three houses)
- Disneyland
- A wok

I think I'd that's a worthwhile expenditure. Oh yes, and I'd fund a Smash reunion film.

In other news, it's my Grade Eight flute exam next week and I'm considering bludgeoning the examiner to death with said woodwind instrument, filling out the mark sheet myself, and giving myself almost full marks except on scales. If anything, I'm honest. On the other hand, I may buy my way through with the £157 million I'm inevitably going to win.

Yours hopefully,

M.