Do you own a property?
I live in the first property I bought: a four-bedroom flat in a Victorian house with a massive garden in Ealing, west London, which I got with my first husband for £28,000 in 1978. Staying there has been the wisest economic decision of my life, because I’ve never had to take out a huge mortgage. My second husband and I have added a studio flat and refurbished the kitchen. Ten years ago it was valued at £700,000 so it’s probably worth considerably more now. Sadly, the council has gone mad and is building these horrible blocks of flats everywhere. I know there’s a need for flats, but these aren’t going to those who need them, but to foreign owners.
The last thing I want in life is to be rich. I believe in living a “good enough” life — having enough to live comfortably. I don’t want a bigger house or a bigger car. My car is a second-hand Nissan Micra which cost £6,000 and suits me fine. I have extremely rich relatives and I know the misery that money causes in families: the fights, the favoured ones, the unfavoured ones. It’s a miserable thing to be that rich.
You’re in the top 1% of the world by wealth. No, really, you are. You’re rich Honeybuns, you’re rich.