We live in a world where innocent tourists die in a coach crash and a convicted rapist wins £7,000,000 on the Lottery.

I'm not as disgusted as I might be at the latter story. It's more a case of...well...despair really. Here I am, doing my best to raise my kids well, doing all the work in helping my partner strugle out of disabling depression, working my backside off when I get to work at all, wondering from week to week how we can find the money to cover all our expenses, watching the red letters come through the door each and every day, but twice a week I watch those balls get chosen and twice a week my fantasies of buying a farm and opening it as a campsite, setting up trust funds for the kids and working out both our families financial problems evaporate as we match less than two numbers.

I mean, where's the justice? We have a hard life - granted not as hard as some, but much harder than others, so when do we get a break? When do we get the well deserved rest? There's a millionaire rapist in prison while we go without.

When's it our turn?