Ooh; I like the sound of that, lillythesavage. Like you, my entrance fee to the world of shedloads of pounds stays in my back pocket until I know there's at least 100 million to be won. And as I've already noted, age & infirmity are forcing the frequency of my punting episodes to deteriorate to the state where I'm reconciled to being an ex-punter before too long.
So, if I were to win the big prize, I'd have a Will drawn up leaving a few thousand - probably a day's interest on my Capital! - to each of the good, close friends, including my last Regular, I've made over the years; with the balance being shared by my three favourite Charities.
Then, I'd look for somewhere a bit further north than you have in mind, lillythesavage. West Mayo appeals; as much as because it can't be too far from Yeats' Lake Island of Innisfree where the peace comes dropping slow; and because it's where my paternal great-grandfather came from. I don't know too much about him, so I'd look to find a place close to the coast and settle down to non-punting hobbies: genealogy (obviously); and developing the stamp collection I began as an 8-year-old.
Boring, eh? Ah well, I'll have the best part of 20 years' punting to look back on and smile!
Not boring at all, we were trying to trace my friends Grandmother last week, mostly in the pub I have been going to for 35 years
, Monaghan is the Fathers family reside, Kerry is where the heart is.
2 very good regulars would get looked after too, the estranged wife, and the first wife even though she has lied to me for 37 years, they both had a tough time with me, I could not blame either for leaving. 45 years punting and playing has that effect
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No one close would end up with a mortgage, the 2 homes, as well as my UK home, there would be plenty left to enjoy, little business for my eldest to run, to keep things interesting work wise, got it all planned in my head.
Just need the 100 million