Ideal recipe for lotto winners

I HATE it when folk who win the lottery insist their new millions won’t “change” them.

When the couple who have netted enough to buy six homes treat themselves to a caravan in Rhyl before returning to their 9-to-5 jobs.

Because if I hit the jackpot I’d jet straight off to a sun-kissed beach to plan my life of Riley.

So hurrah for the six NHS dinner ladies from Neath, South Wales, who have just scooped £25million and quit their jobs.

Julie, 56, is heading for Vegas to become a high roller, Louise, 31, wants a dream wedding and a gold-plated tumble dryer and the other Julie, 50, has started spend, spend, spending and vows “to live the dream”.

You go, girls! Ditch the overalls, rip off your hair nets, and stick two fingers up to the jealous doom-mongers who say sudden wealth brings its problems.

Because after peeling spuds, boiling cabbage and scraping plates in a steamy NHS kitchen for £9 an hour I suspect you’re perfectly capable of coping with the “pressure” of £4.2million.

And I wish you double helpings of happiness. KIDS today are too busy playing computer games to learn nursery rhymes, Ofsted warns. But youngsters who memorise Wee Willie Winkieare better prepared for school.And hopefully for tipping off cops about weird old men wearing nighties running through town.