The thing is that sometimes I don't always choose the right thing to spend money on, and I bet none of you do either. I'm not living in the sort of poverty described here, but I do have debts (a mortgage), and yet - unbelievable, I know - sometimes I will go get my hair coloured or buy a pair of shoes that I don't actually need to keep the rain off, rather than put extra money towards that mortgage.
And sometimes, even though I'm able-bodied, I think fuck it, I CBA to do the dishes tonight, I'll leave them to the morning. In fact, I have found that if the house slides a bit, it's harder to find the motivation to clean it than if it stays relatively sparkling.
When I was younger and poorer, I even smoked. And drank alcohol. The horror, right?
Because all of those things are human. It's only the very poor of whom we expect super-human behaviour; no treats, ever, no vanity, no indulgences, just backbreaking grinding work to scrub a place that will never, ever look nice.
You'll all say but I'm not starving my children, etc. Of course that's true, but it is equally true that if I didn't spend any money on myself ever in order to pay off the last of the mortgage, I could maybe scrape up a trust fund for them, or afford private school fees. But instead, and hold onto your hats here folks, I'm going out to an Indian restaurant tonight with an old friend I haven't seen in a year.