Spend, spend, spend . . .

Usually, when I finish work, I would either ring or text my wife to ask if we need any shopping getting. It’s easy for me, as I have to pass Morrison’s when I leave the car park. In a change to the usual, my wife rang me and said that I didn’t need to go shopping as she was in Tesco. The only thing I knew we needed was milk and she said she would get some. So, the few things we needed for today, totalled over £60.00.

Fast forward to this morning and went to get the milk for my cereal. No milk. She had completely forgotten. I’ve done it often. It’s so easy if you don’t have a physical list. So, rather than pay the exorbitant price at the local shop, we decided that I should go to Morrison’s as I could get some cans of beer for the weekend. The final total for today’s shop … £44.60, making it the most expensive 4 pints of milk ever.

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Saturdays sees a works ‘night out.’ It’s not something I am looking forward to. I don’t really like socialising with colleagues. In fact, I don’t like socialising full stop. We are meeting at the cafe for ‘drinks’ then onto a local Indian restaurant, then finish the night off at a pub in the town centre. There are a number of problems with this: 1, I’m not keen on genuine Indian cuisine (never know what to order); 2, it means driving, so the drinks are off the menu and 3, I generally hate eating with people that are not family. But it looks like I’m going to have to bite the bullet this time. I usually say that I don’t like leaving the youngest at home with my wife on her own. He can get aggressive if the internet goes down and would need help. It doesn’t happen at all these days but was always a good excuse. But he is away this weekend, so my only excuse has gone. It also looks very much like, I’ll need to go to the Christmas night out too. Oh the stress of it all

One thought on “Spend, spend, spend . . .

  1. I agree with you, and I don’t like Indian food either.

    For me the night ends after the meal, but younger colleagues wanted to go into town and continue. Then one day I decided that I’d reached the age where I could refuse and get away with it, so I just wished them all a good night in town but declined the extended evening. I no longer cared what anyone else thought. How is it a pleasure if you don’t want to do it.

    Tony, if you don’t want to go on the night out then don’t go. Tell them your wife has already arranged something for that evening and you didn’t realise.

    I’ve decided to bite the bullet and buy the odd bits locally if I run out, it’s cheaper in the long run because I find it impossible to go into a supermarket and come out with just the one thing I went for.

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