Tag: The Cost of Living

When I was a small boy, I’d pester my parents wherever we’d go visiting: I want to go in the gift shop and buy some rubbish. Of course, I would rarely put it in quite those words. I’d most likely have just gone on and on, “Dad, dad, dad, pleeeeeease can I buy this ruler with a picture of a beefeater on it. It’s really, really, really important that I have just that one pencil sharpener with the HMS Victory on the side. That is exactly the kind of plastic sheep I’ve been looking for … forever!” All my pocket money would begin to warm up and, in my father’s phrase, begin to “burn a hole in my pocket”. It was all I could do to spend all I had.