Poor Me

I kind of feel like a student again.

We went to Tesco last night and bought a week’s worth of food for just under £20. Then we went home, put some more stuff on ebay, and watched tv while eating home made (fat free) chips. The only big difference from my student days was the lack of alcohol and other mind altering substances. Though what I wouldn’t have given for a nice fat spliff and a glass of cheap white…

This being-poor thing hasn’t fully sunk in yet. But I have a strange feeling that it’s not all bad. Since it’s only going to last a month or so, I think it may provide a much-needed wake-up call. And a good diet opportunity.

Now, before anyone kicks off and starts emailing me with death threats for treating poverty as a joke, I’m not. I am huge supporter of campaigns to end world poverty, I don’t for a moment compare my situation with that of those living below the poverty line, and nor do I kid myself that being poor is enlightening for those who live like this permanently. Yes, I am a middle class young professional who is, for whatever reason, having to live in a temporary state of very low funds. A poorness tourist if you will.

So now I’ve slagged myself off, you don’t need to. Capisch?

Of course, if you’re slightly more savvy, you may realise that I am using humour as a defence mechanism. But believe what you will…