I see the look in their eyes, jealousy. And a strange mixture - they hate me for my wealth but at the same time they can’t leave me alone.

It’s never just a casual “hi Neil how yadoin?” It’s always more polite, more distanced as if I’m a puzzle and they can’t decide to love or loathe me.

And that’s ok. Mum warned me, she said “it’s a gift son, but like every gift there is a price to pay “.

If I buy a scratch card it wins, if I bet on the outsider with no form to win at ridiculous odds sure enough it comes home in front.

I am blessed or cursed however you look at it. I never lose. Ever. Except in love.