Why is every programme and article I read about bloody FOOD?
I've just seen a picture of lobster burgers and fries. *stomach grumbles*
I'll be having toast and Marmite for my tea.
Envious?
I'll run out of pop tonight. Man, I hate drinking water!
Friday, 15 June 2012
Let Me Explain...
I'm a nearly middle-aged single female.
I work full time.
I pay a mortgage and various bills.
I'm always broke.
In January of this year I began a debt management programme to try and improve my financial situation.
By the middle of each month I am always skint.
I'm not talking about ''Oh I'm skint, I've got £100 to last till payday...'' I'm talking less than £5.00 in the bank.
I also live in a cluttered, tatty house that I call The Hovel.
I'm deliciously overweight (Sexy as owt though.) and refuse to diet.
I'm chronically lazy. I don't exercise.
I hate getting up in the mornings.
I find my job really hard.
I'm frequently depressive, (you may discover) a confirmed hypochondriac, (you're bound to find out) and actually quite a nice person with a dry sense of humour.
I'll also obsess about how I'll feed myself each day...
I probably won't blog about my love-life or about specific people unless I 'anonymise' (should be a word) them, as that's my business and other people's business. (Sorry!)
What I'm going to talk about is what financial state I find myself in. How I get through the month with no money. How I feel about things. How well I am...Who feeds me.... How I might make money. Basically how I get by. Some bits may work, some may not...
If you're interested, you're more than welcome to read my shit...
I work full time.
I pay a mortgage and various bills.
I'm always broke.
In January of this year I began a debt management programme to try and improve my financial situation.
By the middle of each month I am always skint.
I'm not talking about ''Oh I'm skint, I've got £100 to last till payday...'' I'm talking less than £5.00 in the bank.
I also live in a cluttered, tatty house that I call The Hovel.
I'm deliciously overweight (Sexy as owt though.) and refuse to diet.
I'm chronically lazy. I don't exercise.
I hate getting up in the mornings.
I find my job really hard.
I'm frequently depressive, (you may discover) a confirmed hypochondriac, (you're bound to find out) and actually quite a nice person with a dry sense of humour.
I'll also obsess about how I'll feed myself each day...
I probably won't blog about my love-life or about specific people unless I 'anonymise' (should be a word) them, as that's my business and other people's business. (Sorry!)
What I'm going to talk about is what financial state I find myself in. How I get through the month with no money. How I feel about things. How well I am...Who feeds me.... How I might make money. Basically how I get by. Some bits may work, some may not...
If you're interested, you're more than welcome to read my shit...
Prologue
It's Friday afternoon.
I'm getting over some sort of flu, have been off work for 4 days.
I have hardly anything in the house worth eating.
I couldn't check my bank account because I've lost the little calculator thingy that they send you to use to log into the bank.
So anyway I remember the password and I get in: Shock horror.... £3.54 available.
I don't get paid for 12 days.
This is the story of my life......
I'm getting over some sort of flu, have been off work for 4 days.
I have hardly anything in the house worth eating.
I couldn't check my bank account because I've lost the little calculator thingy that they send you to use to log into the bank.
So anyway I remember the password and I get in: Shock horror.... £3.54 available.
I don't get paid for 12 days.
This is the story of my life......
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