Oh I'd want a LONG stint at it, say three months, with my own private house/palace.
I'd use it as a health farm. I'd consult with cook as to my healthy meals, I'd have my butler make me tea all day and mix my G&Ts in the evening. I'd have all my meals brought to me, all my cleaning done. Bliss. I'd use the pool and walk or cycle around the grounds. My bath would be run for me every evening, my bed would be made for me to jump into.
Have I mentioned I would ensure my diary was entirely free? I would have my chauffeur drive me here there and everywhere and I'd use the dosh at my disposal for a few shopping sprees. All incognito of course.
Now I am getting into it.
I'd book tables at the finest restaurants, boxes for the theatre and opera and perhaps have the private jet take me off to one of these private island resorts for a bit of beach time. I'd have a few weeks at Balmoral (alone, just with family, not other Royals) and go out all over the Highlands in a 4x4 with a fabulous picnic hamper prepared by cook.
Not very altruistic but I could do it. Pass me the crown Queenie.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
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