I have a confession to make. I am, apparently, terrible with money.
This month I have been so good. I haven’t bought anything besides food, drink and the odd taxi fare. I thought that I was doing so well. I thought I might be able to afford to go away for the weekend before I start my new job, and that maybe I would be able to afford a new mp3 player too. I was going to go to Manchester at the start of April.
That is until I checked my bank balance. Two hundred pounds to my name. This is not good. It is two weeks until pay day.
Why? Where did all my money go? I HAVE BEEN GOOOOOOD! I don’t understand. I hyperventilated a bit when I found out. But not too dramatically because I was at work and people would’ve looked at me strangely.
You’re not meant to be constantly broke when you work full time.
So, due to the shock, I spent over £70 on impulse, catalogue shopping online. I am such a freakin moron.
I am taking a week in the Scottish Highlands to recover. Ta ta.