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 €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 €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.