SO what would you do with £101million pounds?

That’s been the question on many of our minds again after an English couple won just that obscene jackpot on the Euromillions lottery.

It’s impossible not to dream when you hear that such a windfall has come into the lives of two normal people, especially in these days when we are all so stretched.

Aside from finally repaying the generosity of my parents thus far in my life, and spoiling friends and colleagues, I know the first thing exactly I would want – fully comprehensive health care.

As much as I love the NHS for its free provision, I’d be straight on the phone to pay for the works. Cover me, cover me, for all eventualities, please.

Anyone who has experienced any dramas related to their health will know where I am coming from.

When I was younger, my plans for my millions would have focused on travel, or first edition books, but now I’d be ensuring that myself and my family would receive medical treatment of the first order – and, crucially, fast.

Because of my back problems, it’s the first thing on my mind. But I am happy to report that I am hopefully making progress in this area.

I can’t have short-term pain relief because it’s more long-term management I need to focus on, but my lovely consultant Matt is trying to sort me out for the future, despite the fact that I ended our first appointment by almost having a breakdown.

It was just that he was the first and only person who finally explained in detail what had happened to my spine, talking me through the awful blackened MRI scans of the two key corroded discs, and expressing his wonderment that I had actually been able to walk at all.

I hadn’t, save for using my daughter’s buggy like a walking frame, and so his expression of sympathy, coming after two years of stiff upper lip and trying to get on with it, opened the floodgates the minute I left the clinic.

Unfortunately, that meant losing it in the street opposite the railway station in Basingstoke town centre, which was more than a little embarrassing.

I am also now wearing a TENS machine permanently to try to retrain my pain signals. It makes dressing for work rather interesting and it’s also hard to keep little hands away from the box at mummy’s waist and the funny pads stuck to her back.

I also fear electrocution during the messy daily bath routine. But I am prepared to do anything if it will make a difference in the long run.

If it works, it will all have been worth it.