The credit crunch....sounds like a cereal.
Snap,Crackle and pop...and your money , job, pension, saving, house, local shop has gone.
So here i post a little credit wonder.
Yesterday, Kingsmill bread was £1.39 per loaf in Tesc....but i had been to Bookers and bought it on a short life for .49p per loaf less £3.61 for ten. Which in the end meant i bought ten loaves of bread for less than it cost me for one in Tesc.
FANDABIDOSY!
Mr Wilkes wanted to sell me a very small bath for just over £250 and said if i waited till after Xmas i could get it for 20% off. If i wanted it now i would have to go to a bathroom specialist and it would cost me a considerable ammount more.
So... i went to B and Q and got one and the panels and delivery for £158
Power of the net....catch the deals and reel them in!
However i did go to Ikea on Monday...and wanting to offer a good example i made a note of what i wanted to buy and tunnel vision bought it and only it. Mr H was most amused and tried to tempt me with many a likely buy.
Auction today and i'm sad to say i was a little distracted.
However i bought a new sofa for the kids to fight over to watch the telly for the princely sum of a £1.
6 games and a deluxe corkscrew for £3.
We have had tremendous fun with the board games all evening (no child has even wanted to press the start button on a computer or game boy never mind fight over them)and Mr H has practised using his new corkscrew..DELUXE!.....Xmas presi sorted
then!
It's about time i got him back for the tile cutter!
The bathroom floor looks great...just needs the bathroom door putting back.
Friday, 28 November 2008
Life,Love and Loss
I havn't written on here for some time. In fact i've been very busy being depressed, a little 'issed off ansd tearfull.
Living with mr H can do that.......only kidding!
Seriously, it's been a sad month.
We can all relate to being young, headstrong and invincible....personally, in secret that's me.
In reality, we are often vulnerable, inexperienced or at the mercy of others.
A young 19 year old, step brother to my eldest children, has died in a car crash.
Young, headstrong, invincible, vulnerable and much loved, a beautiful young boy.
There were many, too many, to see him off to his afterlife...they made a long procession behind the herse to the grave side and after packed the small evangelical church. A short life celebrated and a future moarned, lost. The weeping strong and pungeant, wracked with thoughts of what iff's.
Baby P, so frought with terror. A short life.
There was also an inquest for a young person scolded in a bath.
Loss, such terrible inexplicable loss.
Blame.
This is something which often consummes us but which more often offers no solace.
To blame , extricates, places accountability in the hope that in future things will change. We are human and to ere is human....and loss is often hard to bear.
My mother is quite old, well, compared with me fairly old.....and she wants to die in her own house.
She also wants to make sure we all know, as in all my brothers and sisters .....and she also wants to be the very centre of our universes.
Wants and needs.....so hard to reconcile.
She lives 120 miles away and when i make an arrangement to visit she is always going somewhere else.
She is 98 and busy busy busy and i am glad.
No actually I'm ~issed off because my brothers and sisters say I'm a crap daughter and my mother has better things to do than see me.
Actaually she was a great mum and was there when she was needed by me and i know i have been there when she has needed me....and i will be.
Living with mr H can do that.......only kidding!
Seriously, it's been a sad month.
We can all relate to being young, headstrong and invincible....personally, in secret that's me.
In reality, we are often vulnerable, inexperienced or at the mercy of others.
A young 19 year old, step brother to my eldest children, has died in a car crash.
Young, headstrong, invincible, vulnerable and much loved, a beautiful young boy.
There were many, too many, to see him off to his afterlife...they made a long procession behind the herse to the grave side and after packed the small evangelical church. A short life celebrated and a future moarned, lost. The weeping strong and pungeant, wracked with thoughts of what iff's.
Baby P, so frought with terror. A short life.
There was also an inquest for a young person scolded in a bath.
Loss, such terrible inexplicable loss.
Blame.
This is something which often consummes us but which more often offers no solace.
To blame , extricates, places accountability in the hope that in future things will change. We are human and to ere is human....and loss is often hard to bear.
My mother is quite old, well, compared with me fairly old.....and she wants to die in her own house.
She also wants to make sure we all know, as in all my brothers and sisters .....and she also wants to be the very centre of our universes.
Wants and needs.....so hard to reconcile.
She lives 120 miles away and when i make an arrangement to visit she is always going somewhere else.
She is 98 and busy busy busy and i am glad.
No actually I'm ~issed off because my brothers and sisters say I'm a crap daughter and my mother has better things to do than see me.
Actaually she was a great mum and was there when she was needed by me and i know i have been there when she has needed me....and i will be.
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