For years I worked hard and didn't have a holiday, all my money went into the house. I was never extravagant but I was just ticking along nicely, then I got fed up of work. My priorities changed, time for myself was becoming more important than earning money. I found ways of cutting down on my spending. I don't need a show house to live in, one that is simple and comfortable is enough. I don't need to go out and show off my new outfit, my charity shop clothes, old clothes from the back of the wardrobe, and ones that are given to me, are fine.
I dont go around with a long face because I am looking at every penny I spend. I can go to town, just do the jobs I went to do, even browse shops, and still have a smile on my face having spent not a penny extra. It's a good feeling knowing that I am in control.
I have been receiving the state pension for just over a year now, and I am managing quite well on it. I reminds me of the days when I was a teenager in my first year at work. The excitement of dividing my small wage up into different pots. Half of it for mum for my board and lodgings, five shillings for my club book. Do you remember those catalogues? Buy a dress or a pair of shoes, pay half of it off over several weeks, then scour through for something else and add it on, then pay that off. You have to be carefull not to get carried away and order more than you can afford.
Then a pound or two for going out to disco's and youth club, and five shillings for a magazine and sweets. If you wanted something big you had to save up for it. I saw a bike in a second hand shop and put a deposit on it and went in weekly to pay for it.
So this is what I am doing now, saving up for bigger things like holidays. This holiday has made a dent in my bank balance, but not one that is irreparable. If I pull in the reigns now it will be back to normal in about five weeks. The secret is not to let it drop below danger level, always keep a bit by for emergencies.
Anyway, lets get back to the job in hand.
Today is the day I fly. Here is my cute little aeroplane waiting for me. Just eight seats and the pilot, I am so excited. Ever since watching the series 'An Island Parish', I have wanted to go and see the Isles of Scilly for myself. This is what the whole trip is about. Because it is a long way from home it would be daft to drive hundreds of miles, fly over, then drive back again. Why not make it into a longer trip and visit other places.
At check in I naively asked if I could have a window seat, how silly of me, geddit ha ha, groan. Every seat is a window seat, doh! The lady in uniform said it is loaded by weight and you didn't have a choice. When it was time to board I was disappointed that I couldn't sit up front, but as she called out the names I could see why I was at the back, me being like a wet lettuce leaf at just over eight stone :0)