All this pain - for what?
Now that I am about to undertake a mortgage (well, sort of, the apartment is yet to be built), and am living sans flatmate, I am of course trying to re-establish myself with a budget. So, making lunches to bring to work is back on the agenda. Actually looking at the price of things before just throwing them into my shopping basket has again become a feature of grocery shopping. I am sure I will contemplate many more frugal ideas to help with savings along the way.
One thing I thought I could "cut back" on was my pubic grooming. A Brazilian every few weeks does add a certain dent to one's finances. And, given that my boyfriend is in another country, I thought that this could be one area which I could leave untended until his visit, or my return. But, alas. Apparently, Bond considers it almost one's civic duty to maintain oneself "neat and tidy down there", no matter what. So now I am going to making and keeping my regular appointments, but with the thought that NOONE is going to see the result of the pain.