With three million pounds of lottery winnings, Audrey and Kevin had a lot of decisions to make!
BY AMANDA ANTONIO
AUDREY leapt to her feet so quickly that her knee hit the coffee table and everything on it went flying.
“Kevin!” she screamed to her husband. “Come here!”
Tea dripped on to the worn beige carpet but, for once, she didn’t scramble to mop it up.
Kevin came to the door of the sitting-room, rubbing his hands on a rag.
He’d been tinkering with their old car again.
“What’s all the commotion? The neighbours can hear you halfway down the street.”
“We’ve done it, love! We’ve won the lottery!”
Kevin rocked back on his heels.
“You’re having me on.”
“I’m not. I’ve checked the numbers twice.”
“Blimey. Well, go on, then, – how much?”
“Almost three million pounds. Can you believe it?” Audrey cried.
“Three million?” A vein popped out on his neck. “Oh, my word.”
Audrey gave an excited squeal and bounced up and down on her toes.
“Should I call the girls?” she asked.
“Not yet. Let’s keep this quiet for a bit. At least until we figure out what we’re going to do.
“In the meantime,” Kevin added, dabbing his flushed brow with the rag, “I think I might need a cuppa.”
When Audrey returned to the sitting-room with fresh mugs of tea, she sank down on the sofa and glanced at the damp patch at her feet.
“I don’t suppose I should worry about stains any more. We can buy the house of our dreams now.”
Kevin froze, his mug halfway to his mouth.
“But we’re happy here, aren’t we? Why would we want to move from Stanley Court?” Audrey laughed. “Because we’re rich, that’s why.”
Richer than she’d ever dared dream.
The possibilities made her head swim.
“But where would we go? Not too far away – I want to stay close to the girls.”
“Don’t fret, love. We can still live in the area, just somewhere grander with a few more mod cons.”
Make that a lot more. Audrey gazed around the three-bedroom home she and Kevin had moved into after they married 40 years ago.
At the time, she had thought it a palace, but after raising two daughters, a cat and three rabbits, the gloss was beginning to fade.
Oh, who was she kidding? The house hadn’t changed in decades.
Most of their neighbours had refurbished at least part of their properties – a new kitchen or bathroom, or a swanky patio ar
