I'd need a week in Rarotonga to decide
Despite once hearing an economist colleague call Lotto "a tax on stupidity", everyone has Lotto dreams, and here's mine...
I'd have to start by brainstorming some ideas, so maybe a catch-up with the important and sensible people in my life would be a good idea. Of course finding a location that would help the creativity would be crucial ... maybe a week in Rarotonga.
I'd buy the Citizens' Advice Bureau in Christchurch a bus or campervan they could convert into a mobile office and use to provide on-site face-to-face services throughout the city. I'd set up a trust to pay for petrol, insurance, secure parking and the other costs involved.
I'd set up an account with a travel agent for authorised family and friends to use. There'd be no limit on spending within Australia and New Zealand, but anything international over a certain cost limit would need to be confirmed with me.
I'd buy my brother a house so he can live without flatmates - or kick them out whenever he wants.
And just in case peak oil won't be solved by technology (or the zombie apocalypse does happen), I'd find a nice fertile patch of land with it's own spring and robust fences.
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