We had one of those WAB chats in the office yesterday and M said she’s so glad to have two-ply loo paper again after a horrid last two weeks of the month where she had to use single-ply. E said she had to give up shaved ham for french polony and S had to buy no-name oats instead of Jungle Oats.
Me? I had to buy T a liter of yoghurt and decant it into his Avent stack cups instead of the usual trays of yoghurt. But I also had to switch to single-ply the last week of March as I ran out of the ‘doggy loo paper’ as T calls it. I know I’m broke if I can’t afford the doggy loo paper.
How do you know that you’re broke?