On being indebted
I have always been reasonably careful with money.
Back in the days of a heavy mortgage and child rearing costs I found things to be very tight but somehow, by scrimping and saving there was always food on the table and clothes on our backs.
Now I am retired. I have no mortgage and there are only two of us in the house so things are different. I have a reasonable pension and our needs are relatively few so things aren’t too bad at all at all. I had developed a philosophy of buying what we need rather than what we want but with one thing and another, particularly retirement, this changed to a point where we could buy whatever we liked, within reason.
I was therefore a little surprised to find I am heavily in debt. My nest egg is worthless in comparison. Even worse, I have no memory whatsoever of having spent all this money. Apparently though I now owe â¬47,233. Even worse I have discovered that Herself has run up the same debt [I’m definitely going to cancel her credit card], and seeing as I look after finances my debt has jumped to â¬94,466. How in the name of fuck did that happen?
I scratched my head [I actually do that quite a lot with this damned Post-herpetic yoke that still plagues me] and did a mental stock check. We have a second hand car. We don’t have a villa in Spain or a Château in France. The Manor is hardly a monument to extravagance. We haven’t had a holiday in years. Where the fuck has all this money gone?
Then I realised.
I had been paying other people’s salaries during the Virus Pandanic while they weren’t working. I was paying for all the jabs. I was paying for all the hospital beds and treatments. I was lashing out fortunes to keep businesses closed. Even worse, I’m paying for all those cycle lanes I will never use and all those football pitches I will never see. I am paying for roadworks and subsidising wind farms. It’s no fucking wonder I owe so much.
It could be worse though.
it’s a pity the ****s who give away our money can’t be made accountable and forced to repay the lot!
Instead we send them off with fat pensions [which we also pay].
You’re lucky. I was out of the country four years paying tax to Queen Elizabeth and still owe as much as you.
If Fianna Fail hadn’t bust the country and then Baldy Noonan hadn’t agreed to pay vulture bondholders, including a prominent Russian oligarch, we would be in credit.
It would seem that on a worldwide scale the natives are becoming more and more restless.
I retired in December of 2020, and we were fairly well off until the lockdown bullshit started. Since the cost of everything went through the roof and “Sleepy Joe” helped it all along with the green initiatives, I’m back to looking for work again. I don’t have to work, as we are getting by, but I do feel the need to pump more $$ into the savings account.
How is that possible? You have been billed? Or am I missing something?