
Unfortunately I'm not referring to Lord Leighton's pre-Raphaelite beauty - if only!
June has been a hellish month in terms of spendaholism, I just never seemed to be able to keep money on my person for longer than a nano-second. Do you ever get the feeling that if you walked to the nearest drain, opened up your purse and chucked the whole contents down it, you'd have got better value for money? Well, I might as well have done exactly that last month as I have absolutely nothing to show for my spends!
It all started like this...
I really like the band Green Day and had been umming and aahing over whether to buy tickets to their Wembley Stadium show for, like, ever. Anyway, we decided that as I hadn't seen them live before (DH has - hmph) it would be a nice treat. So, like a little girl in a sweet shop being told I had 10p to spend on confectionery delights, I go trawling the internet for places to stay overnight. OK, so now I know that if you try to book hotel accommodation just a few weeks away from a popular band's only London show, it just ain't gonna happen, unless you want to stay at a Hilton... Oh yes, the Hilton Wembley Plaza still had rooms (yay), but priced at £199 for the one night with payment up front (not so yay). Anyway, me being desperate, decided this was a good buy, especially as it was a band I had wanted to see forever and we would not cancel for anything in the world etc. etc. A few clicks later, I had reserved our room of choice and my credit card was £199 heavier. Then of course I had to buy the tickets, so that was another £100, but by this time I was too euphoric to care about the hammering my card had just taken and all the promises I had made to save and not spend!
So the days went by and I was counting them down like an excited 15 year old going to her first live gig. Then it happened. A couple of days before the big event, I had a scheduled hospital appointment - I have problems with my ears and they need to be checked over every six months. Anyway, I'm sitting in the consultant's chair like a big brave girl and he starts checking my ears over and needs to do a bit of 'hoovering'. This always results in me going dizzy on account of inner ear balance (or lack of it!). Unfortunately, it was a different nurse than usual, so instead of letting me get my bearings back, she swung me right round in the chair so as to let my consultant have a look at the other ear. Now my balance wasn't having any of this and I found myself half falling out the chair almost into a heap on the consulting room floor (I was in my best suit too!), then flailing around like a mad woman trying to get back into the chair without looking like a prize idiot - needless to say it didn't work! I recovered my composure after a while but didn't feel so good after all that!
To cut a long story short, I had violent dizzy spells for the next four days. I couldn't move three feet without feeling like I was either going to fall over or be sick, or even both!! Unfortunately, this episode coincided with my Grand Day Out, which turned into The Biggest Flop of the Year when I had to cancel! The tickets we purchased were 'not suitable for those who suffer from a fear of heights or vertigo' and I had visions of me seated in the gods with a very real desire to vomit profusely over those in front of me, no easy way out and it all being captured on giant screens! Over-imaginative, me? Never! Either way, we lost over £300 (with train tickets and Oyster cards included - yes I'm that organised) last month on a dippy dream! Next time, I'll buy the CD and close my eyes and pretend Green Day are in the room with me, it'll be cheaper and much less stressful!
Until we meet again xx



