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You’d think that if you won the EuroMillions, the news would come with a full brass band playing outside your door, the winning cheque presented to you in oversized, 90s game show style, while the street clapped and cheered. In fact, in my head, if I win I’ll be on the sofa eating crisps. My phone will buzz with a notification from The National Lottery app telling me to check my account, and there it’ll be, that life-changing moment. You’re a winner, baby. 120 million big ones – or thereabouts.
The first thing I would do is text my husband Tom to tell him we’re ordering a truly immense takeaway. Prawn toast? Yes. Extra fried rice? Yes, yes yes. Yes to the full banquet meal.
