Just back from a fabulous few days in Cornwall, visiting my beautiful new grandaughter, Maisy-Rose.
Aside from the joy of becoming a grandparent for the first time (surely I'm too young!) there was the inevitable anxiety about spending too much money. We thought we were being very careful but on a sneaky visit to the hole-in-the-wall, we discovered we had run out of money. There's nothing more depressing than being on holiday with no cash! (All those missed pints of Real Ale, the pasties that we can't afford, not to mention the clotted cream - luxuries that are sadly lacking in Ireland). I had had the foresight to bring extra Euros over with me but the exchange rate is so bad between the Euro and Sterling that we felt as though we had been robbed - but at least we were able to afford petrol to get us back!
On arriving home, not only was there a stack of unpaid bills, but the phone had also been cut off. The euphoria of the new little life disappeared rather quickly as the sobering thought of being entirely broke hit home. The lad needs a new school uniform for tomorrow and the fridge and food cupboards are bare! Surely, surely our luck must change soon. We've spent too long clinging on with broken fingernails.
The Euro Millions jackpot had better be heading my way tonight!
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