My heart skipped a beat. I felt quite light-headed. Finally, the moment I dreamed of had arrived
I
can’t remember the first time I played the lottery – I was probably quite young. I’m an optimist. If you don’t play, you can’t win, and somebody has to win the big prize. Why not me? To me, winning would mean freedom – leave my job, have no debts and do exactly as I pleased.
I live in Norway, and every few weeks I’d buy a lottery ticket. I’d occasionally win 100 kroner (£7.50), which just covered the cost of the ticket. It kept the dream alive, though.
In June, I was on holiday in Greece with my girlfriend. We’d had the most amazing day, and were watching the sunset with a glass of wine. Earlier in the day, we had discussed buying a holiday home there. “I’d need to win the lottery first!” I joked.
