Well what would you do? I mean, it’s not a problem most of us will ever have to grapple with, but just supposing.
Suppose you were rich beyond imagination, so rich that you had to find really stupid things on which to release some of your overflowing wealth.
And then suppose you had a friend who was seeking cash for a treatment she was hoping would cure a terrible illness, an amount that was massive to her but so insignificant to you that you wouldn’t trouble yourself to bend down and retrieve it if you dropped it on the floor?
Would you pay?
I’m not asking just to help you while away a few moments and this isn’t a completely fantasy scenario.
Because Tamara Ecclestone, who is the daughter of Formula One owner Bernie Ecclestone, is facing a situation not a million miles away away from this.
Tamara is so wealthy that she makes a career out of it, going public on her out-of-this world lifestyle and letting us know, during the course of a documentary called Billion Dollar Girl for instance, that she owns a bathtub that is made out of crystal and worth a million pounds.
Imagine having so much money that you have to seek out outlandish and pointless objects on which to spend it - although you would no doubt employ people to do the searching for you.
Anyway, park all that for a minute. Tamara’s dilemma concerns a former school friend who has breast cancer and has launched a campaign to raise £50,000 to pay for treatment not available on the NHS.
Tamara obviously thought she was doing a good thing when she posted on social media encouraging others to donate, and slapping down £2,000 herself - but her followers begged to differ.
They accused the heiress, who lives in a £70m house, is one of the richest women in the world and is apparently about to have her fortune boosted by many more millions from her father’s recent sale of Formula One, of being a bit of a tightwad.
They posted suggestions as to how Tamara could afford to give a bit more, including that she could sell a couple of her Hermes Birkin handbags, which go for £20,000 each.
To be clear, Tamara’s friend is not complaining. She says she is thrilled with the amount Tamara has donated, and grateful for the way Tamara has publicised her cause.
And others have rushed in to defend her - well, her husband Jay Rutland has.
He says that his wife, even with her great wealth, cannot help everyone and he asks people to be honest with themselves about their own generosity.
“If you have ever put a pound in a charity box, why didn’t you put in more,” he says.
Is it a fair point? Maybe.
I mean there is that Lottery game we all play, where we imagine what we would do with our winnings. I can’t be the only person who always has to go back to the beginning and double my fantasy winnings, so that I can give money to all the people with whom I want to share my good fortune, and still have a big wodge left for myself.
Maybe what Tamara needs to do is employ the sort of PR person who would advise her that it is not a good move for one of the world’s richest women to start asking people to donate cash to help her own friend.
And maybe, just maybe, her friend did not want Tamara to hand over the whole sum because it would have made her feel too beholden, you never know.
Me? I would have just written a cheque for the full amount. Wouldn’t you?
But, truthfully, I wouldn’t ever want to be burdened with so much money, I would not have a clue what to do with it.
I’m only certain of one thing - none of it would be spent on a crystal bath.
The bad news on jealousy
Speaking of being rich, the world of science has decided that our most common personality trait is envy.
According to Spanish research, most of us divide into one of four personality types: optimistic, pessimistic, trusting and envious.
But the biggest number of those tested came out as envious.
To such an extent that they would harm their own chances if that meant they could make other people less successful.
Volunteers took part in a raffle where an awful lot of them said they were willing to ignore a larger prize and settle for smaller if that meant other people had less chance of winning the big one.
It all seems a bit ugly.
Just when I had become convinced by all this modern talk about being kind and tolerant and supportive, it turns out that underneath is lurking a mass of ill-will and jealousy.
I’m blaming social media, turning us into a world of boasters and haters.
Everyone is spending far too much time posting pictures of everything from their breakfast to their bedtime cocoa, their homes to their holidays, and all activities inbetween.
It gives the impressionable the wrong impression: that everyone else is having a high old time. And it leads to that FOMO thing, otherwise known as fear of missing out on everything in life.
Either that or it’s a reflection on those Spanish people ...
Time to stop talking, Davina
Davina McCall is successful and beautiful. She has a good television career and plenty of spin-offs, selling all kinds of things from cook books to a range of kitchen utensils.
Her career has lasted a long time and we have seen her move from presenting Big Brother to making wildlife documentaries, with lot of shows inbetween. And to add to her good fortune she is a happily married mother of three.
All this and killer cheekbones too. Some people have all the luck.
Except she hasn’t had all the luck. Davina’s childhood and early adulthood was problematic, Her French mother was incapable of being a good parent, and Davina was a drug user.
The thing is, we know all of that. Davina has talked about it at length, and is talking about it again.
But it was a long time ago and Davina is so successful that she doesn’t need to keep telling us all about the bad years. Somebody tell her to stop.