It’s Saturday morning and you’re lying in bed, trying to block out reality, if soccer is cancelled and there’s no netball because of the long weekend then I reserve the right to be slothful and get up late!
So why do I feel uncomfortable by the snippets of conversation reaching my ears…
“Mummy would never do that!”
“Mummy says that’s really bad”
But I kinda get the feeling that I must have done it. So what’s the latest maternal hypocrisy to go under the spotlight?
Gawd, I agreed to take part in an online Colmar Brunton “state of the nation” type survey and in return they’d send me a lotto ticket. Woohoo! Bet they don’t include a line of strike or powerball or whatever it is they go on about on the ads. Still a $5 lucky dip can’t hurt.
Well, the cheapskates, when it turned up in my letterbox not only was there not the extras, as predicted, but it was a $2.40 ticket. Didn’t know they existed!
And my anti-gambling stance is now under scrutiny. I can’t work out if I want to win $1mill or to prove what a waste they truly are ð