Idle daydreams

I'm lazing around the house drinking coffee, thinking about making a rocket and roast beetroot salad with walnuts, pancetta and rocket aioli for dinner, and reading yesterday's papers cover to cover.

The kids are outside with the neighbour's kids playing on the trampoline. The sun is shining.

Husband is in the living room tinkering with his computer and my digital camera.

All's well in the world of Daly. Then I spied this!

I'm off to the newsagent to buy a lottery ticket - and spend the afternoon running a movie in my head starring me living in this house and of course sans those creepy looking people in the marketing shots.

The sad thing is when Alan and I arrived in Australia together when I was pregnant with Louis, we were looking at buying the first stage houses in this development but they were slightly out of our price range. We decided instead to settle down here in Wollongong where we could build a new house and be close to my parents for plenty of baby help.

But if we had stretched ourselves, we'd be RICH RICH RICH - and I could well be writing this from the sundrenched deck of the yacht club with a chilled glass of chablis and a dish of rocket and roasted beetroot salad THAT SOMEBODY ELSE MADE AT MY WHIM.

But would I be happy? I hear you ask.

Oh, I'd say so...