Entry for 26th August, 2008

My regular readers (note the optimistic use of the plural there) will recall that my household is currently in the midst of a tightening of our fiancial belts. I have set strict budgetary limits on our collective spending, in an effort to beat the credit crunch. I am imposing tight fiscal policy. I have reduced our overdraft. I have a spreadsheet.
Yes. A spreadsheet. That will do the trick.
It is an Excel spreadsheet too. The little column of numbers is reassuring to me. The tiny magical formulas that pop up like the mystical runes of a powerful sorcerer suggest that everything is under control. "Don't you worry," the spreadsheet murmurs to me - "Don't you worry. Put your feet up. Have a glass of wine. Let me take the strain for you."
Indeed, now that the spreadsheet has been created, I feel free to browse Amazon unrestrained, orderin CDs and books by the gross. I need some sort of reward. I have been working on my spreadsheet, after all.