There had been a time when I was paying off one credit card each month by drawing on another, but those days are now long gone. I did have to take myself well in hand in order to repay those debts and I suppose the habit of parsimony has stuck And so I get irritated when I find the Old Bat has used the call back feature on the telephone at the vast expense of 20p. But I am quite content to shrug my shoulders at something else and say, "Well, it's only a couple of pounds, and what's that in the grand scheme of things?"
I am quite happy to pay the tolls on French motorways - which are not always particularly cheap - rather than drive an extra ten minutes on toll-free roads, and yet when I look at the menu in a restaurant I go for the cheaper dishes, saying to myself, "I might prefer that dish but it's 50p more than this one. I'll go with this one."
This switching from miser to spendthrift and back is something I just don't understand. Surely I should be one or the other? I'm so
Oh well. As they say oop North, there's nowt so queer as folk.