I am unwell. I have a very sore throat and am spending the day ignoring my family save for demands for drugs and as of 20 mins ago, a glass of Rioja. It has occurred to me that if I was stupendously rich and generally not that arsed about things, I could live like the Queen Mother did, and only drink crystal, even for breakfast.
As the wine and codeine kick in, I can see many merits in such a lifestyle. Only going out to put a bet on the horses, the odd highland fling and not bothering with the dentist. And yet remaining beloved!
If you could, would you?