The thing about Wish is that it’s slightly addictive. You know damn well it’s cheap shit which is primarily sold on there, but you can’t help thinking your next purchase will be a good one; that you’ll get good quality at a good price on that one glorious occasion. Surely it’s possible that some of the items for sale at such ridiculously low prices are of superior build quality and will last more than a week? Statistically, it’s got to happen at least once, right?
It’s that time of year again when the car insurance renewal letter drops through the letterbox and I have to go through the whole rigmarole of calling Admiral Insurance to tell them how disgusted I am at the unreasonable price increase for them to then waffle on about automatic renewal letters, not necessarily the best price blah blah blah blah.
As we all know, there was a terrorist attack at Manchester Arena last night at the end of an Ariana Grande concert.
At approximately 22:30, a suicide bomber detonated a nail bomb, injuring dozens and at the time of writing this, killing twenty-two innocent people; some of whom were just children. Islamic State have taken responsibility for this attack. I was going to refer to this as a cowardly attack, but when isn’t detonating a bomb as part of a calculated attack against hundreds or thousands of people not cowardly?
I’ve not been to Burger King for a very long time, which is probably down to the simple fact that there’s not as many of them around as there are McDonald’s. And the other simple fact that you have to get out of your car to get a burger from Burger King.
As a youngster, I always enjoyed a burger from Burger King because the quality and portion size was far superior to that of an equivalent meal from McDonald’s, so I was mildly excited last Sunday when I stopped at a motorway services and saw that along with the three(!) Costa stores, there was a Burger King. continue reading
Recently, my car was snapped whilst stopped on a yellow box junction in Catford. I know this because I received a Penalty Charge Notice in the post.
TfL sent me a demand for payment and two photos of my car, showing it in two different positions at two different times and taken less than 30 seconds apart. They wanted £130.00 for this privilege, making a yellow box junction one of the most expensive places to park in London. Being generous, TfL gave me the option of halving this fine by paying it within 14 days. continue reading
Perhaps I’m getting old or perhaps I’ve always been very boring, but something has really been getting on my tits for the last few weeks.
It’s a problem which is becoming more and more prevalent, and it drives me absolutely bonkers.
Pointless and totally unnecessary engine revving. continue reading
Running a car is expensive and the annual costs continue to rise each year. The price of insurance and fuel is always on the up and there’s always that unexpected repair (which usually crops up at the time of the month when you have the least money or just after you’ve received your hooker invoice). continue reading
I’m just a normal mother, wife, woman and worker. I finished school at sixth form and flirted with Uni but ended up going straight into employment. I consider myself –not stupid. I have two beautifully wonderful and at times equally horrid boys whom I love more than life itself. And the decision I make at the referendum is scaring the shit out of me. Mainly because it’s not really my future I’m voting on. continue reading
My mobile contract with 3 Mobile is now over and after 6 years of paying more for less upon each upgrade, I finally made the leap and started to look around at the other mobile networks for a better deal.
I’d worked out that given my needs, it would actually work out cheaper to buy a new phone outright and sign up to a SIM-only deal.
I haven’t liked Android phones for a long time now and was disappointed with the Lumina/Windows phones which I looked at because they were just so slow (like a rarely-mentioned, slightly retarded little brother of Android) . Ever since getting my iPhone 4S four years ago I haven’t wanted anything other than an iPhone, so the logical decision was to buy an iPhone 6S. continue reading
My child is 3. He is my son (not my dear son (“ds”) as I have heard no one refer to their child as ever in real life but seems to be the common abbreviation for nob heads on all parenting forums). He is the light of my life, the reason I breathe but also the reason I regularly lose my shit. continue reading