Meet My Merino!

Nothing that my family does can really be considered ‘normal’, which is why I’ve only recently swapped Christmas presents with Mother.

Here’s what I got:

A DeLonghi coffee maker that produces the tastiest, freshest morning wake up I could hope for and I get the added pleasure of pretending to be a barista while I froth the milk to perfection.

A Marmot jacket with a faux fur hood that just begs to be nuzzled into on the chilly mornings that we don’t seem to be able to shake off, even though the Spring buds are doing their best to break through.

And finally...

What seemed like rather an uninteresting Icebreaker black merino top to add extra warmth to the Marmot jacket. It wasn’t until I looked at the label, that I fell completely in love with it.

You see, it has a Baacode on the label, which allows me to go online and meet the fleecy friend who sacrificed a bit of coat to keep me warm.

I think I'll call him Ram-say

A present definitely worth the wait!

Posh & Her Dosh

Good old Posh - just as you think you’re starting to warm to her slightly, she does something else that has you wanting to bash her over the head with her own Hermes handbag.

She has just announced that she is a shopaholic and that it’s like a drug to her. A drug that she happily told us got her high enough to spend a cool one million dollars in just one day.

Shopaholic needing our sympathy
or just plain smug?

Being a recovering shopaholic myself, part of me can see where she's coming from, but instead of her using the media to get a serious message across, it feels as though she's just rubbing salt into our poor, raw, recession inflicted wounds.

You can see why I was struggling to be sympathetic towards the plight of poor Mrs Beckham and her million dollar trolley dash, when I was given the opportunity to talk about all things shopping and debt related on the Stephen Nolan Show on Radio 5 Live last night.

Meanwhile, back in the real world, the rest of us Brits are stuck in the grip of another week of Arctic weather - and part of me is secretly pleased.

The reason being that it takes about ten minutes to get on enough layers just to walk the dog, so the mere thought of trailing into town and removing even one of those layers in a chilly changing room is enough to put me off the January sales forever.

So far, the only item I’ve forked out on is a pair of blissfully warm Marmot gloves to see me through the snowy season.

The big freeze is saving me a fortune!