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I am with Mummy at the pool edge in the sunlight. I have been living for a short time at the rate of about £10,000 a year – in other words enjoying smoking one of your birthday cigars. It makes me feel moral and opulent and like shaking my head solemnly and saying to you, ‘Ah my child; whatever you do don't imitate your Dad! Above all – DON'T SMOKE CIGARS!‘ Unless of course you first take the precaution of having £10,000 a year.