We met with a mortgage advisor last night. Turns out, if we’re ever going to get onto the property ladder, Katie’s going to have to stop blowing all of our pennies on tights and I’m going to have to switch to a less premium gin.
The wifey looks a bit “streetdance” today. Make of that what you will. She wears Topshop silk harem things, a necklace from Sally’s Jewellery, and a vest from Tesco – which is where we’ll be doing all of our clothes shopping from now on if we’re to get anywhere near the deposit on that seven bedroom Mayfair townhouse Katie’s got her eye on. I joke of course. (One of the bedrooms is actually more like a study).