Busy busy

Today I took my granny trolley at 9am to the market and stocked up on fruit n veg. I bought loads for just over six pounds - a good start to my spending experiment of thirty pound food shop budget.

Off to the butchers bought lots of random things - 26 pounds in total - budget fail by 2 pounds but not a bad start.

Raced home dumped the shopping literally as had to be next door for a hair cut at 10am. Very chuffed I managed to do a weekly shop in 40 mins and that included walking there and back.

Really enjoyed having my hair done. A really special treat. Sadly a luxury I can't just have on a whim any more BUT it means I really appreciate it when I do. I can't believe how much money I wasted willynilly when I worked - outrageous. I do have a fabulous life though and it just shows you can have awesome fun on a budget and I am far far FAR richer in life for being able to get off the corporate treadmill - thank you husband. Loving my hair pamper.

Carlos called in to the hairdressers when he saw me and shouted across the salon he had a bucket of meat for the boys to collect after finished hair - class

Meat in hand I raced back (next door) as expecting a delivery. Realised I still had an hour so drove (next door) to waitrose (shameful I know) but bottled water and dog tins v heavy to carry and not possible in bulk). Manic trolley dash and creme fraise purchased - I'm gonna bake a chicken and leak pie.

Arrives home with minutes to spare as white van man arrived with our new spare bed mattress for our winter bedroom. Just as van man was arriving John and Manjit pulled up bearing gifts of lunch.

Baguette, olives, sun dried tomatoes, cheese n good friends. What could be better.

They did not leave until 4.30 just as husband pulled up.

Husband is going on a 20 mile bike ride this evening 5.30 til 8 then a swift half and home for dinner.

I am waiting patiently for him so catching up on my blips whilst having text conversation with my beautiful cousin Sarah who has raging pmt. we are making each other laugh with tales of pmt hysteria. Obviously these stories are only funny to us two. Anyone else trying to join in or emphasis would be shot down with the famous family glare.