Well, 31 weeks to poverty. That is to say that it's 31 weeks till my son leaves college and no more child benefit, tax credits et al.
Talk about you don't know what you've got till it's gone.
What I'll have is my wages. All self employed £90 a week...trouble is thats the average. Some weeks its more, and in the spring its virtually nothing. So I've been trying to figure out how much I need to hide in the good weeks to last me through the bad weeks.
Can't figure it out yet!
I started with communication. Mobile, landline, internet. That was over £500 a year (ok so I was generous)
So its alot of little pots to put the pennies in, Sealed pots.
i find that if I leave money in its lovely cash form someone borrows it. Puts ittle IOU's in its place and forgets to pay them back.
My OH.
I adore him, but his little IOU's won't buy cat food or bread!
And its money, so I can't say anything because my stiff upper lip gets in the way!
So I shall write it her! Today, out of my pots was borrowed £170!!
It took me ages to save that up you know.
And there's another £70 thats still in IOU form in another pot that got unsealed and I was not happy. That was months ago and I haven't forgotten.
I am like an elephant!
And it has to stop, we are facing serious poverty if he can't do something about his spending and his business and I cannot support him forever.
Rant over..
More soon..well...I'm a woman...I moan!
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