What a waste

I don’t like wasting money.

Well, maybe on fashion. I love fashion so it’s exempt. Though I prefer to buy it on sale:

Oh, and maybe on holidays. I love holidays, especially cruises, so they are exempt too. Though, again, I prefer to buy them on sale.

Watching this current Uber Eats generation, for example, get a burger delivered from a restaurant two block away makes me flinch.

I just couldn’t do it. Even picking up takeaway makes me flinch. $75 for three pizzas! I’d rather cook something at home.

I don’t know why I am so funny about wasting money. Maybe it’s because I spent school holidays at my grandparents’ house, watching them rinse and reuse plastic bags and eat wilted vegetables because they had survived World War 2.

It means I do weird things like hail a cab to my own wedding, diligently consume every mouthful of leftovers in the fridge, and only pack two pairs of underpants and a spare t-shirt for a two-night trip to Melbourne to avoid paying for luggage on a Jetstar flight.

That was the panic I sent myself into yesterday – would I make it under the 7kg weight limit since I also had to take a laptop?

I didn’t need to worry. No one gave me a second glance.

Well, apart from the guy at the security screening machine who saw something he thought looked suspicious in my bag and insisted on searching it and wished he hadn’t … but that’s a story to be told over three glasses of wine.

Anyhow, I made it onto the plane with my luggage and flew to Melbourne to see the eldest for the first time since he moved there for uni.

I caught the SkyBus into the city rather than a cab – $25 bargain!

The timing of the trip was also based on saving money as DD is in Melbourne for work so there’s a free hotel room.

DD has a business dinner tonight, so the eldest and I are going to a – hopefully – fun British-Indian pub together. It serves wacky things like chicken Parma with butter chicken sauce.

But there’s a whole day of work to get through before then.

Cheerio!

Have a great weekend.

PS The youngest rang me yesterday to give me the lowdown on her dad’s birthday dinner at Totti’s in Rozelle. It was quite the scene! Rebel Wilson was at one table and director Taika Waititi was at another one. Then they spotted each other and had a co-star catch up in the middle of the restaurant. Get out of town!

PPS No song of the day, I’m too disorganized.