Cost of Living

Having stopped drinking when I go out, although I do think Christmas could sort that little discrepancy out, and going back to last year I blame Christmas 2010 for my alcohol reductions over the past year. I have taken to drinking with My Beloved in the house.  This is ok because for those people who have seen me drink wine socially I apologise yet again. I don't understand how I can drink copious amounts of Whisky and generally be the most sensible half of this relationship.  But give me a wine and two glasses later I am incapable of sensible speech and or focus, now I don't mean focus as in focusing on a task oh no I mean the sort of focus that leads to you having to shut one eye to correct double vision.  I love the old Grapes they just don't like me, and I have persevered for many years with no success.  I have also noticed that my greedy gene gets fired up when white wine is drunk, not just for the nibbles needed to stop me passing out from hunger, but for the next glass.  Don't even think about passing over my glass because I have had way too much, get it filled I'm on a mission.  You see, just the thought of wine and the word mission springs to mind.

Last night My Beloved and I polished off some rather lush plonky plonky, which was ok until the knock at the door, I should have left the answering to My Beloved, I just know I was way to high and speaking far to fast, WTF....lesson learnt, send the Beloved next time.

We spent a pleasant evening, just us and X factor, oh yes and I nearly forgot Michael Buble phoooooooooar - I love that Canadian, he can sing to me anytime he likes, and I will be answering the door if he knocks inebriated or not.

Today has been all about the inventory.  We have counted and googled and measured and priced everything downstairs.  We have studied, thrown out and saved, and finally an apology from My Beloved! the cupboard that he has been threatening to empty since we moved into this house in 2006 has been tidied and priced, and he was gobsmaked at the cost of the contents should they fall off the back of our container.  As I pointed out 'I don't buy crap you know', in my snottiest voice of course.

Today was my day to get My Beloved's much spoken about and never cooked Braised Steak, so preparations were made and we took ourselves out to meet the Blacks, we were supposed to meet them last week when snow stopped play.  So we met for coffee, and chatted away with the beautiful boys adding their voices every now and then.  The smell in the house when we arrived back was torturous, especially as I was by this time starving.  A watched pot never boils, your not kidding, those veggies just wouldn't cook quick enough for me, so I had to scoff a few pepper slices whilst I waited. Ah dinner was lush, and being as my plate was stacked to the ceiling I have only eaten half and Im gonna enjoy the rest tomorrow.

We have been working out the cost of living differences for the Mapa's and Oh my god, do you know its gonna cost them 445% more for that little black number in Zara, Haifa if they loose or damage my clothes, where as if they travel for a day out to Tel Aviv it will only cost them 39% more for the same little black Zara dress, how does that work.  On the plus side groceries are 25.94% lower, and eating out 43% lower, well unless I want a McDonald's that is and then your talking 12% higher, thankfully I don't like them. And something rather odd - Apples and we are not talking Steve Jobs, we are taking fruits are 24% more expensive in Israel, guess I will be giving them up for lent then. I find this all very amusing really because having Dyscalculia I don't do numbers, so who the hell cares get your purse out LOL.