2008 was the year I finally looked the financial demon square in the face. He is very friendly, with a smiley face and outstretched hands holding credit cards. However, looking for longer, I saw the pound-signs in his eyes, and his fully-paid-up membership card of the 'Interest for Credit-Card Companies' club clearly visible in his top pocket. I shouted at him - 'Be Gone', I said. 'Not that simple, darling', he responded. 'Without me, you are going to have to make some tough decisions, and live like a poor person for a while'
I pondered, could this really be reality? Me, at 58 years old, with mounting debt and an unquenchable thirst for spending money I don't have? It was, and I did a deal with the Demon. Leave me alone for 2009 and I'll show you who's boss. He cackled merrily as I spent money at Christmas. 'You'll never make it!!' he cried, rubbing his fat hands in glee. 'Oh yes, I will, this spending is just to make you feel good until I starve you to death' I replied. 'Now, clear off - I don't want to see you again 'til you are half the demon you are now'
So he cackled off into the distance, but I can still see him, and know he is waiting to pounce. I, Beatrice Dixon, BA, will have no truck with him in 2009, and will make those tough decisions, and live like a poor person. If successful, he will be so reduced that in 2010, he might disappear for ever.
Think of that and purr...........
