1: Have sex.

2: Get up and have a cup of tea.

3: Try and think of a first line. Fail.

4: Notice that your tea has gone cold and frankly you would much rather be back in bed shagging the bloke who has given you that ear to ear (and exceptionally punchable) grin.

5: Write this down and fifteen other banal things that come into your head.

6: Go back to bed for some more sex.

Ker-ching : you are now the richest woman in the country bar the Queen – and frankly since you are posher than the Queen the anti-monarchists will all be baying for your blood anyway. Along with anyone with half a brain.