Pay Day

Thursdays are special days at our place.

It’s pay day. And today’s pay day on Planet Sark is about as far away from my pay days as a well paid government servant as can be imagined.

Every fortnight a nice, hefty sum of money would be deposited into my account. I couldn’t touch it, or feel it. But what I could do was go online and move it around. I got satisfaction from juggling it around. But I always thought, after the 2 minutes it took, that that’s it for another fortnight.

But today’s pay day involves the knocking on the Mistresses door with cap in hand, receiving my little bit of cash and feeling like I should say “Thank-you Ma’am”.

The moving around of the money is very different as it involves me counting out my spending money. (Spending? On what? Weekly coffee & pastries at Stocks) and squirreling away the rest in a little hideyhole where a determined thief would find in a few seconds. But it feels so rewarding to physically count out what I am saving.

I think of my savings in terms of travel, so already I have enough to tramp the Coast to Coast, or fly to Inverness to get myself to Findhorn or maybe just enough for 3 weeks walking in Portugal.

Life is so different and much simpler. I have mastered the Aga, the crumble was a hit so it’s breadand butter pudding next. How different life is.

Warm milk direct from the cow – Jersey of course.

Andrew the Welsh gardener loving his job – maybe.

Bless Amazon.