It’s hard to earn
a living as a self-employed performer. So much so, it helps to have a nest egg.
Thankfully, I do. Here it is:
I received that bank statement in the post this morning. Reading it made me breathe a sigh of
relief. It’s good to know that my future is secure. I can age, safe in the
knowledge that I’ve got something to fall back on. There’s a lot you can do
with 72p.
I could buy four
tins of Tesco’s Everyday Value new potatoes and still have twelve pence to
spare. Three tins of their own-brand spaghetti bolognese would give the same
change. If someone leant me 3p I could splash out on a 800g loaf of white
bread. They have twenty-five slices. Pop it in the freezer and defrost it a piece at a time and you could eke it out for three and half weeks.
The one thing I
haven’t considered is inflation. The average life expectancy of a man born in
1981 (like me) is 71. By the time I retire - if I can ever afford to - the
prices will have shot up. My HSBC Instant Access Savings Account
doesn’t even offer any interest. If I put nothing else in, I’ll get nothing else
out. I’d better start depositing some serious bunce and quick.
