Dreaming o’riches on this mortal coil.
The idea of not living on a shoestring once I start this new job is having trouble wedging itself between my wee ears.
The last time I had a proper disposible income was between 1992 and 1995, ever since I’ve somehow struggled to meet my expenses. Only about three times ever have I ever gone into a record shop thinking “Oooh I’ll get a couple of CDs, what’ll I get”, similarly only about five times have I ever done the same with books in a book shop.
With the free brainspace I have now I know this employment stress is coming to a close, I believe I will do just that