Day 161 – And so we fall
Today was one of those ridiculously exciting occasions that come along every so often when for once money is no object. Obviously that is not entirely true, money is an object but its so thin and usually waves via plastic centred technological prowess that you never usually know it has been there till it disappears leaving a whiff of cash and a suspiciously thick statement sent in the post which leaves you wondering where it has gone and why.
Today though, for the first time in 16 months I was paid a wage which could go on things other than paying off my overdraft with the dreaded and cruel HSBC. Though I have been a loyal customer of theirs since I was ten these naughty people have been horrid to me of late and though they may be rubbing their fingers at the thought of all the money in my account they can now make use of they should be warned that this will happen over my cold dead body. Now I have paid off my overdraft for which they were charging me an amount so unholy it would be blasphemous to say it I will be withdrawing my account.
They have charged me far too many times and though I have savings with them they can get stuffed as I am moving the little money I have to Harborough Building Sociery. At one point these guys had the best ISA interest rate in the coubtry and they are not some faceless corporation who are operating from the tax free safe haven of Monaco.
Anyway, if I remember I had a point. Ah yes, having money again and what it meant for today. I refer you to the above images in which I am wearing what are some of the most beautiful shoes I have owned for some time. They are extremely high and they offer lessons in the shop on how to walk in them but still I keep tripping over and though my feet usually have asbestos style resistance to pain even I am in agony after walking round Morrisons to get a bottle of wine.
Yesterday I made use of my first real pay cheque to buy four pairs of Kurt Geiger shoes and though the money would have been enough for a small herd of goats I do not for once have guilt or regret. I know it is selfish to spend so much money on one self but it has been so long since I shopped and today I really wanted to treat not just myself but my poor poverty stricken recession effected feet. Though they are now bandaged in blister plasters they were so happy as soon as they felt the soft leather, the superior quality and the unmistakeable feel of forthcoming foot and back problems they just skipped with pride. I took all four pairs back to Harborough and though they may have hurt me seriously considered taking all four pairs to bed to keep them safe.
- Today’s dress is from River Island which I usually think is only good for tiny teen boppers on the pull or people who like store cards thrust on them. However this dress which was sent by the mysterious dress donor is not only colourful but well cut and even has a little class. It was still too hot a day for it to save me from getting a bit aglow but at least it was light against my shining skin.
