There are some very simple ways to tell when the financial world is going belly up. People panic, no one can sell a house, Iceland goes bankrupt and the news is covered with tales of doom and gloom and, of course, the cost of living rockets. Now most economic advisors would compare the price of milk and bread to a year ago. I however am not an economist and therefore have come up wih my own price index- the price of a pack of Munchies.
Now Munchies are an expensive chocolate at the best of times, but I actually bought a pack for, wait for it, 70p yesterday. They were to combat a bout of lunchtime depression brought about by life in general and feeling rubbish due to the first cold of the winter. The thought of paying 70p was so depressing it almost pushed me into buying a second pack to comabat the illl effects on my psyche and purse that the first produced. I resisted temptation though. I settled for a milky way instead.
And to make money matters worse, I found a letter this morning addressed to the occupier saying we owe British Gas money and they'll send around bayliffs if we don't pay up. We're not even with British Gas, we only moved in a month ago. Apparently we owe money since January 2007. Couple that with emergency tax after 3 months on a basic wage and I'm completely broke. But apparently better off than a whole frozen country which makes cheap burgers. Or something to that effect.