Ah it seemed so simple, payday was tomorrow, and a bunch of new money would come flooding into my account, rejuvenating it, bringing colour back to its sallow cheeks. The spartan month ahead was an entirely self-inflicted one, in preparation for a delightful jaunt to Argentina in April.
Well, that little dream ended with the arrival of a letter from the bank on the subject of a little interest-free overdraft of £1500 that is a leftover from my undergraduate days. The bank want proof of my undergraduate status. As I am not an undergraduate, I can safely assume that my overdraft is about to go through the hoop.
So next month’s budgeting is very fricking real all of a sudden.