Never, ever work again - although I would technically, as I’d own my own businesses.
My house staff would prepare breakfast for my family and I, and would iron all of our clothes and have all items ready in school bags for my children.
My chauffeur would drive my children and I to their school in our limousine.
I’d be driven back home and work out with a personal trainer, followed by time in my steam room.
I’d then have my hair blow dried to perfection by my daily visiting hairdresser.
I’d be chauffeured in my limousine to my restaurant business, then my café, followed by my arty lifestyle shop, just to check up on how things are going. I wouldn’t actually lift a finger, but I would choose all new items and make full decisions for the directions of each business.
I’d then by chauffeured to either Bond Street for shopping, or to Ladurée for macarons and tea, or to a spa for a massage, facial and a manicure.
My house staff would prepare all the ingredients for whatever I’d chosen for my dinner, and I’d cook our dinner, as I like cooking.