Maybe she could open a chain of sandwich shops and call them Upton's Butty Barns, which would serve mid-range baps and rolls at competitive prices. Hell, if she whacked a big cardboard cutout of herself in the window, we wouldn't even care about the competitive prices.
Or perhaps she could use her experience as a horse rider to open a hard-line equestrian school – Upton's Den of Dobbin Domination, she could call it – which preached a no-nonsense line of tough love between a pupil and their horse, so mounts wouldn't get uppity and refuse to race or take part in dressage.
