It is glorious.

The whole of the UK has a lighter feel to it, happiness is literally pouring through the rivers, the sun makes this country a better place to live.

Plus it makes it cheaper to have fun.

This weekend has been marvellous.  We spent the day basking, and sweating, in the sun.  The kids played and frolicked at my son’s Football presentation.  We drank cheap wine from Aldi and snacked on home made sandwiches and fruit.   We sat whilst the children tore around the grass, hiding behind trees, safe but out of sight.

It was a rare privilege for my three children.  I am not a free range parent, whilst I love the idea of it.  I worry that monsters hide on street corners, I see the devil in the dark as I call my children in from play.  If they cycle round the block I follow behind shouting cheerful *cough* instructions as I battle to ignore the image in my head of a car mounting the kerb and taking out my family.

So yesterday, yesterday was good.

We camped.

I am not a fan of camping, but it was free, so a tick in my thrifty living box.

To be honest, the wine helped, and I delayed actually getting into my tent until the midnight hour struck.

We took two tents, my husband and I, his was a nice green pop up tent, room for two airbeds and a bit of a porch at the front.  Mine, was bright pink with Hello Kitty slapped on the side, tall inside, no room to swing a dead cat.  Its key advantage being that I could never get confused about which tent was mine.

I shared with my toddler, the other half got the twins.

The little one slept fine, I felt like I had slept on a half full water bed with a leak.  My bladder was full from 2am, but a combination of fear, a long walk, and no contacts in my eyes meant I simply had to suffer in silence.  When I say silence, I mean silence punctuated by drunk male snores from our neighboring tents.

A friend told me, the joy of camping is that the kids stay up late and then sleep in.  They went to bed at eleven and got up at seven.

I really hate camping.

Free range yes, the fact it cost nothing and the kids adored it was fantastic.  The feeling of my own sweat sticking to my skin, the absence of sleep, and the inability to fart without a whole row of people hearing meant I missed out on the personal fun factor.

Still it was thrifty, and for the most part, fab.

How are you enjoying the sunshine?

 

I grew up in the north where Dads looked after the boys and Mums took care of the girls but still I idolised my father.  When I close my eyes and dream of youth, I remember cycling along river beds with him, helping him count out pennies in the family store and a beam stretches across my face when I recall him chasing my friends and me in the garden after a hard day at work.

Dads seem to have the ability to make fabulous memories. View Post

Hullo *waves*,

Come in, please, grab a cup of tea, biscuits are on the side.

Nice to meet you.

I’m Jane, author of this blog, which I have set up to try and help me control my excessive spending problem.

I do like to spend money, I like to earn it as well but since spending more time at home with my three kids I get less opportunity to make it than I do spend it which is unfortunate predicament to be in.

This blog will hopefully detail some cheaper ways to eat, but I am not promising anything fancy, highlight any deals that I discover on my quest to be thrifty, and it will tell you about any fab days out and cheap ways to entertain the kids.  If I am honest it will also detail my finance disasters and times when I have swerved off the thrifty path…

If you want to know a bit more about why I used to be a spender and how life has turned me into a saver check out the about me page.

Thanks for stopping by.

Jane

xxx