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DAY THREE of the credit crunch blog experiment

God. Starting to hate the way this experiment is making me feel super-conscious about my spending. Starting to think that maybe ignorance is bliss.

If you're new to this blog, here's why we're embarking on this crazy fool thing.

OK, here goes. Kicked the day off with a Frappucino at Starbucks (I don't like regular coffee, OK? And I NEED something to give me a boot up the ass in the morning). Then got in a round of Diet Cokes for the girls at the office as a mid-morning pick-me-up (ditto above). Just to prove that there is such a thing as a free lunch, I was taken out by a friend for sushi to celebrate my soon-to-be freedom from office-based work (hence the worry about poverty, soon to be a daily reality... yawn).

A quick trip to Gap to take back a gift that didn't fit turned into a frenzy of bargain-hunting excitement in the kid's section; got a gorgeous floaty dress for Firstborn for £2.99 - LOVE love love the summer sales - but then blew it by purchasing other adorable kiddy stuff as well. Still, a total of just under £14 isn't bad for the dress, a t-shirt, cardigan and a multi-pack of socks, is it? (See how convincing I am when trying to justify the spending of money... sigh)

Then I took the tube home, ate a boiled egg for dinner with yesterday's Flake candy bar for dessert (Alpha wasn't home for chef duties and, scummy mummy that I am, couldn't be bothered to make anything 'proper') and now am about to go to bed before any more spending opportunities present themselves.

Today's grand total? A mere £19.67 (bearing in mind my bulging Gap bag of goodies...I'm feeling pretty good)

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Anonymous said…
YLM - leave your credit card at home. You are a spendthrift.
2:12 pm
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