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Day 4: the experiment continues

Having some scanning issues so you'll have to take my word for it but today was pretty wild on the splashing the cash front. Sadly all sensible expenditure which is never a huge heap of fun - my heart may yearn for Bond Street but necessity takes me to the supermarket... sigh...
  • £73.33 at Sainsbury's for groceries and petrol for the car (big yawn)
  • £1.50 for two Diet Cokes at Pret-a-Manger (yes, I am a creature of habit)
  • £4.30 for lunch at Pret-a-Manger (ditto)
  • £5.81 for a pack of Marlboro Lights from the newsagents
A grand total of £84.94! That's pretty good for 24 hours.

The funny thing is that I thought this experiment would make me realise how much money I waste on a daily basis. But it hasn't. It's just made me realise that my life is incredibly dull. This is my daily routine - drop the kids at school, go to work, only leave the office during the day for meetings, sneaky fag breaks or food raids at Pret (which I eat at my desk), come home, put the kids to bed, eat dinner with Alpha, finish off any work with a scary deadline, blog, go to bed.... repeat. ARRGGGHHHH.

Thank God I'm about to shake things up a bit by leaving my office job. Surely taking the freelance leap will catapault me into a life of glamour and excitement? Hmmm. Maybe. Not.
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