My father always played the lotto. He bought a ticket every Friday for thirty years, always hopeful he would win. Watching the lotto was a family affair during which we’d gather around the TV for the two minute program, watching the coloured balls bounce around on screen in the dim anticipation we could one day win. ‘There’s always next time,’ Dad would say. But as he got older, he seemed further away from winning, and it became a cute, kinda pathetic habit of a hopeful old man wishing for a better life. We told him to give it up. But he showed us. And now we’ve got a gold plated Commodore and a car cover in Tamworth to prove it.
The last thing we expected when the clock hit 6.32 pm was to hear Dad screaming the house down. “I won, I won!” He shouted. We all thought he was going senile. He couldn’t have won. Or if he had, it would have been a tiny fraction of the winnings. But alas, he had picked every single number and would be cashing in several millions in cash.
The first thing he did with the money was get his Holden Commodore, Billy, painted gold with real gold. Second, he needed somewhere grand to house it. Somewhere both secure and luxurious, so he called the company that build commercial sheds near Tamworth. They do custom sheds, carports and barns to meet the quirks and specificities of their customers. He got a pretty fantastic shed I must say. It even had a disco ball in it plus it was stocked with kegs of beer. What he’s going to do with the rest of the money, I do not know. But he has always had a penchant for furs and I noticed he was installing a walk-in wardrobe next to his and Mum’s en-suite.
