I've been laid low this past week. Nothing serious. Just seasonal sniffles and shivers and a strange exhaustion which left me fit to do nothing. Believing rest to be the best cure, I took to my bed, missed the company Christmas party, missed work and missed not being able to blog as there were a couple of things on my mind.
Thanks to modern technology I was able to follow Wednesday's budget from the warmth of my sickbed. It was pretty much as anticipated, yet another austerity budget. But there were a couple of nasty surprises. The cuts to the children's allowance, increases to student fees and car tax and the introduction of a property tax had all been well flagged. But a €1 increase in a bottle of wine caused consternation among the Twitterati, especially as it's going to cause more pain on those buying a budget bottle as a weekend treat rather than the fat cats scoffing expensive vintages.
I even had a little whine myself, because the previous day I had stood in the wine section of Tesco, contemplating what wines I could stock up on for Christmas from the special offers. But I wasn't feeling well, certainly not up to making an important decision like that, so I walked away. My indecision has cost me all of €6 which is pretty insignificant in the overall scheme of how much worse off we, and the rest country, is going to be for the foreseeable future.
|Half price bargains won't be so cheap|
In other news, we've been trying to cut the cost of our heating bill by lighting the stove in the kitchen during the day. It's much more economical to burn the logs which we bought from a local supplier than to be switching on the central heating. And it's much cosier too.
|Hot Dog Fudge Enjoys The Heat|
|One Task Done|