My new relationship with myself isn’t going well at the moment. Me and I have had a bit of tiff over my lack of financial savvy which, although a common issue with couples I’m sure, is rather important when one is “tout seul’.
Tony was the sensible one in our marriage, he was the Stewart accountant. I, however, have always had a somewhat ‘loose’ attitude towards the Bank of England. Actually I called it eternal optimism much to Tony’s dismay. I’m embarrassed to admit that I know next to nothing about mortgages, interest rates or meter readings. In fact, the first time the electric company needed one, I had to ask a friend which meter it was. Tony always took care of everything, romantic yes but I realise now, highly impractical. Note to Government, a college course in household financial wizardy?
However, I’m learning how to be sensible. Quickly. I’ve banned take-aways even though they are so convenient when living in a kitchen-less house because of the builders and I’m much more store own brand even when choosing the above kitchen design. Thanks to my money saving expert of a neighbour, Michelle, I have finally been trained in the ways of Ebay. I’m going to get T-shirts printed with the “Be More Michelle” slogan. Luckily the woofers aren’t too fussed about their daily diet or sleeping arrangements but I would like to point out that they eat far healthier then I do and their ‘personal exercise assistants’ cost a small fortune. Running my own household is not going to be as simple as I had envisioned but I’m learning.
And I am determined to keep my eternal optimism cap on, Tony would expect nothing less. Of course, I’ll keep playing the Lotto too…….
“If I had a pound for every time my dog made me smile.. I’d be a millionaire.” ( Steph Harris)
Widow plus woofs 