Shame I don’t live in this five-bed where storage space itself comes in bulk
My mum loves a cheap buy. She hunts for them, possessed by an almost unconscious, spiritual determination. Like Captain Ahab searching for Moby-Dick, she wanders all the Cs (Currys, Co-op, Cash Converters) looking for the impossible: the Bargain. She’s adept at it, too, which might explain why, when I told her the Costco card she had proudly presented me with wouldn’t be useful as I didn’t have the storage space for bulk-buy, she looked crestfallen. “But,” I corrected myself, watching her lips curl into a smile, “I love it, let’s go!”
And so we went, hours lost in super-aisles, with Mum, the zealous bargain evangelist, home at last.
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