My answer: Hell yes! That’s a resounding and unequivocal YES. Craig and I are both self-employed and I can say with no hesitation we’d shut down our businesses, remove our websites and tell our most challenging of clients to go and exploit some other poor sod.

I mean, who wouldn’t?

I’d be straight down the estate agent asking to see their most expensive houses. I’d be unashamedly fussy too - dismissing houses without a library, gym and servants quarters. Next stop would be the Bentley garage where I’d buy a car that someone else can drive the kids and I around in - No more chuffing bus trips to nursery for us!

I’d also hire a personal trainer, a nanny and a bronzed and buff gardener to stare at twice a week from over the top of my diamond encrusted Chanel sunglasses. There’d be an entire room stuffed full of chilled wine so I’d never have to raid the kitchen drawers and pay in 20ps for cheap plonk ever again. I make zero apologies for any of it. I’d reek of “new money” and spend frivolously.

Both Craig and I think this is a totally normal response to the question, but it seems we’re wrong. Online lottery experts Lottosend recently conducted a survey of 1000 people to ask them exactly this, and the results are definitely unexpected.

A staggering 47% of people polled said they would NOT give up their job

I know?! It’s a shocker right?

The results didn’t vary too much across the male/female divide, but there was some significant movement across different age groups:

Only 37.4% of those polled aged 18-24 said they’d jump ship

Again, for me this is odd. If I’d banked myself some £4m at that age, I’d have bought a villa in Magaluf and spent my summers half cut in bars. At the very least, I’d have told my boss where to shove his waitressing job and started my own business - perhaps an estate agency so I can charge scandalous amounts of money for my own ineptitude (can you tell I’ve had a run-in with my own agent this morning?).

This figure jumps to 56.4% for those aged 35-44, and 70.5% for those between 55-64

Unsurprisingly, it gets progressively higher the older the age of the respondent. I like to think this is because we get more sensible as we age - a world of work and limitless possibilities might seem amazing when you’re young, but when you hit that glass ceiling and discover you can never earn enough money to cater for your every whim and fancy (or even afford a deposit on a mortgage! - Again, I’ve had a bad day) - you get bitter.

It appears to suggest the older respondents are positively salivating at the prospect of an early retirement, and those of mummy-and-daddy-age would prefer to swap our morning commutes for an afternoon of soft-play and coffee. Unlike politicians, we’re happy to be seen to buy our children’s way into Eton. What’s wrong with that?

Perhaps we should simply ban those under 35 from playing the lottery, or set up a new one purely for us jaded and hacked off oldies. You have to sign a waiver before playing to the effect that absolutely no winnings will be spent on anything other than self-indulgent pursuits.

I suppose, I really should praise the young for their ambition and strong work ethic, but I can’t bring myself to do it. The odds of a jackpot win is literally 1 in 14 million so if you win, you should do so with all the indignity and bad sportsmanship of Luis Suarez. That’s to say you rub it in the faces of everyone - your boss, your mum-in-law, your high-flying sibling… - if you don’t, the money is simply wasted on you.