oh how vulgar

I admit it. I hold my hands up and wave them in the air. I have been extremely vulgar this week. It’s because I am temporarily RICH. Rich I tell you, beyond my wildest dreams. For I have paid the profit from my flat sale into my bank account. And for the first, and last, time ever, my account is in 6 figures. SIX. One – two – three – four – five - SIX. It look something like this ₤000,000.00. Not content with being, temporarily, rich, I printed off my bank account balance and showed it to everyone that I came into contact with.

I was literally laughing all the way to the bank and I was determined to enjoy my half hour of fun as it’s not real money. Not really. I mean it’s there and it’s mine, but I can’t spend it. I’m too scared to spend a penny of it and of course I need it all to buy my dream home. I had my fun but now it’s back to stress and penny pinching as this morning an abundance of correspondence arrived outlining the fact that I’m skint. Yes, skint AGAIN. My mortgage payments are going to double and my first set of bills come to approximately ₤4K, with lots more to come. I’m not complaining. It’s perfectly natural and I feel like the flat is a real step up the property ladder. I simply cannot wait to move in. When I bought my first flat I was broke for years, about 8 of the ten and most of my furniture was either given to me, on loan or a result of skip raiding. The only thing that I bought brand new was my sofa and 2, now hideously outdated, coffee tables. This time (fingers crossed) I am in the pleasant position of not having to redecorate the whole place from scratch. Of course I’ll gradually put my own touches to the place, but this time I’m determined to make the place a Palace. I’ve even bought a copy of Elle Deco. Oh I can’t wait to move in.

I’ve settled into life at bro’s. It’s nice here. I’ve got broad band! The people are friendly and one doesn’t get beaten up or pick pocketed simply getting onto a bus. The kids here even get up if an elderly person gets on board. There’s a Greek Deli, a fantastic late night supermarket with fresh produce and the Thames is a 12 minute walk away. I still haven’t got used to the planes though but I’m getting very good with the earplugs.