There was a well off family with good jobs and loadsa dosh coming into the house, and still they couldn't manage. Mr well off had to give up his Volvo gas guzzler for a week and drive an economical Ford, and Mrs well off had to stop buying clothes that she wasn't going to wear. And they all had to stop eating takeaways and learn how to use their own kitchen.
There was a woman with worn out knickers and bra, she chose to buy a packet of dye, and colour her undies with it. How much is the dye going to cost? She would be much better to start wearing boys pants, someone tell her they last much longer than frillies. How to freshen limp lettuce. First buy it in a bag ready chopped up, the most expensive way to buy it unless it's reduced of course. Then buy a lemon and cut it in half and mix the juice in some water, and stick the lettuce in it. For goodness sake, just eat the lettuce before it gets to the limp stage, or slosh some salad cream on it.
Make your own nettle pasta. Well she called it pasta, it looked more like boiled pastry to me. Take two free eggs from your own chickens, mix them with some flour. Since when do chickens give you free eggs, don't you have to build a house and a run for chickens, buy feed and grit for them, take them to the vet when they are poorly, treat them for red mite, etc etc. All very well for a woman who has thirty acres of land, she can afford it. As I said, a bit of light hearted entertainment.
Talking of scrimping, this is my dinner tonight, or should I say was, I've eaten it. A pan of steamed veg, drizzled with toasted sesame seed oil. Sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, potatoes, and carrots. Lovely.
I'm watching my pennies more carefully now, starting today I shall report back my spending. Living on £8,000 a year means a very disciplined lifestyle, one that I am well used to, but you can't let your guard drop.
Here is my lovely Bugsy asking for his dinner.