Frugal - Do you have an emergency fund? the wisdom of many on credit card debt is, get an emergency fund together, so that you have a buffer if you really need it (for genuine emergencies - new car parts on a car you can't do without for work, broken laptop needing replacing now to meet exam deadline, broken front tooth - these are some of the emergencies that have cropped up in our house in the past, you don't get out of them for less than £1000, so think about what would really be a crunch issue for you and save to cover that) and then you cut up the credit card.
My week has been a bit of a mad scramble, turbulence from both mum and DS. Sandwich generation, what fun! I often feel stuck in a sort of adolescent:adult confrontation. Hopefully a quiet weekend ahead. DS is working today, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, and out with DH tomorrow evening. I'm planning to sink onto the sofa and watch a movie.
I've been spending and paying off balances and throwing money between accounts and pots, but I think I've got everything to where it needs to be now, save returning a pair of jeans and getting the refund, which I can do tomorrow. I need to buy DSIL's birthday present and DS', and then I think I can really hunker down until Italy.
Saw A Doll's House (very much updated for contemporary times, not a bodice or a drawing room in sight) on Tuesday - cracking production and good to see a theatre packed with lots of young people as well as crumblies like me. And yesterday I met a friend at the Hockney exhibition at the Serpentine, and we grumbled about our children, and our respective difficult mothers. And then we talked about clothes, and holidays and Hockney and politics and had a thoroughly nice time! I bought lunch, she bought tea and cake and we walked back through Hyde Park and reminisced about old times when we worked at Paddington and the office had a summer picnic and rounders game in the park.
Talking of old times: I am channelling the nineties like mad with my Levi 501 90's and Adidas trainers! They're the tits, and I look the bollocks, as we (used to) say in south London. I may never wear anything else, wardrobe fixed now.