The UK Lotto sent me a free voucher to ‘play’ for my birthday. I believe that the jackpot tomorrow night is approximately fifteen million pounds sterling (about 30 million USD).
As is always the case when something like this happens (yes I redeemed the voucher already) the husband and I like to have the fifteen million pound fantasy (heads out the gutter please) talk about what we would do with the money.
We talk about some philanthropical stuff that we would do, you know, because we *do* care, and it’s always a good thing to let the universe know that you wouldn’t be totally self-indulgent should you win it all.
Then we have the ridiculous and self-indulgent talk about that goes along the lines of, “Okay, a bunch ‘o money has just hit the account, we allow ourselves to spend “insert ridiculous-though predetermined amount of cash here” and we have to do so at the local mall…what would we buy? What would you buy?
Then invariably our talk turns to doing things like home improvements, getting a beach pool (love those!), installing central heating/air conditioning, getting an air filter the likes of which we only see in episodes of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, me stocking the fiction library or the kindle or the iPad ! The awesome all-apple home computer network we would install, all totally wireless and amazing.
I could go on for hours, if I hadn’t inhaled two VAWTERS and was now feeling a bit like my 5 hours of sleep a night is extremely insufficient…
Go on, tell me what you would spend your “totally self-indulgent” portion of your lottery winnings on…
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Sweet Justice for Women Everywhere
Mar 5
Posted by ness in Africa, Random Blatherings, SA Commentary | 5 Comments
So one of those official looking letters turned up in the mail.
“Ugh.” I groaned. Traffic Fine.
I’m a good driver, I keep to the speed limit (since having kids, it’s like I can’t drive any faster).
But occasionally, the traffic cops sit at one of those awkward spots, like when you’re descending a bridge and the road *just* levels out, and they radar trap you when you’re 0.3 km/hr over the speed limit. Okay, maybe a bit more but still, I’m just saying that I am not one of those frequently fined drivers. But I do get one or two every few years, I accept that.
So I filed away the paper work and forgot all about it.
…
Oops. I got another notification in the mail, and I remembered about it. I just thought, ugh, I really don’t want to have to go to the husband about this, I’ll pay it as soon as I have the spare cash lying around.
Filed away *that* piece of paper work and forgot all about it.
Until hubby found the paper yesterday, and had a minor freak out about it.
We can’t just THROW away money like this!
Can’t you be more careful?!
Open your eyes when you’re driving!
Then he calmed down completely and said that it wasn’t a huge amount of money anyway, and that we should just go online and pay for it, so that it doesn’t become a problem later (in SA you get a court summons and really, we don’t need things to go *that* far over a piddly speeding fine).
So off we tootle online to the website listed to pay the fine in question and lo and behold, the photograph pops up, and I click on the ‘enlarge’ button…
Yes, that would be *two* people sitting in that car.
At this point I’d like to point out to my friends who live in countries where you drive on the WRONG side of the road, that in SA we drive on the left, so the driver is the person on the left hand side of this photograph.
Let me zoom in for you…
Sweet Justice.
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Tags: South Africa, Traffic Fines, Women Drivers