And this was supposed to be no spend September, from which there was an epic fail before I had even started. "What date is it?" said I. "1st September" came the reply, "ok" I pronounce, to anyone who could be bothered to listen, "it will be a no spend September" having already forgotten that I had purchased some Liberty fabric from Ebay not an hour earlier. It is fine to mislay my keys but I don't need to start suffering from shopping amnesia, where would the pleasure be in that?
I liken the no spend feeling to a diet, you proclaim to all and sundry that you are giving up chocolate and then you can't stop craving it, even though you might normally only eat chocolate once a month. Also I hold the firm belief that boot fairs are good exercise with all that fresh air and tramping around fields trying to avoid sheep poo. The question comes every Sunday "where do you want to go?" and the reply is always "the sheep poo one". We are nothing if not classy in this household.
Happy Sunday xxx