Monday, 25 February 2013

Spreadsheets speak the truth

Yesterday I was doing some work on my Wedding Expenses spreadsheet and had to question, even if just for a fleeting moment, why on earth we were doing it.

Buying a cottage which needs pretty much every cosmetic enhancement short of a tummy tuck and brow lift doing to it really makes you question where you are spending your money.  Because the house will always just be a small starter home, we have agreed to be careful we don't overspend in changing the interiors to our taste so as to avoid the inevitable ceiling value - which for a two bedroom mid-terrace cottage will be so low I could bump my aching little head on it.

We've estimated that we could spend around 5k on the house on things including tins of paint, new lounge carpet, sprucing up the existing bathroom and kitchen, tiles and flooring, built in storage, landscaping the garden and a possible re-plaster job to the bedroom ceiling. There's also the potential of knocking down the existing flimsy porch structure and have a proper conservatory placed there, and opening this up to the kitchen and rear reception room.  All of this should hopefully bring the value of the house up a peg or two in the next couple of years without costing us a disproportionate amount to achieve - which is why we ruled out a costly loft conversion jobby.


All in the name of...


When I went over the Wedding spreadsheet I found that minus mine and Chris' parents' generous contributions and my existing savings/bonus cash deductions, we're gonna need to save up/find from down the back of the sofa around £4-5k.

When the amount that you're spending on what essentially is a party comes out at around the same as what it would cost to get your house into a good condition, you can't help but question your choices.

But luckily for us we really do want to get married this September.  We've been engaged now for almost two years and despite never thinking we would buy a house within months of the wedding date, we're very glad to be home owners before we begin life as grown-ups and off the psycho landlord/crappy flat merry-go-round (excusing the cheery sounding irony of that metaphor).  

My boss was in a similar position when she and her husband bought their home within a year of their wedding date, and remembers it being a stressful, chaotic and expensive year.  But I am encouraged by the thought that like her, when we've had our lovely wedding day with all of our treasured friends and family around us, we can then enjoy being a married couple with a house to renovate together.  And we will have all of the happy wedding day memories and beautiful photographs (post photo-shop as the night goes on) to cherish and put up around the house - so long as the walls don't fall down anytime soon.


In other news, last week I queued in Starbucks next to a guy who ordered a seven shot latte. Seven.  He was very tall so maybe the caffeine gets burned off on the ascent through his bloodstream to his brain?  Seven is such a random number though.  It seems to me that he started out however many moons ago with a normal number of shots but has had to crank it up over time as he became desensitised to that distinctive paranoid buzziness that a small dose of caffeine gives me. Bonkers. Starbucks boy didn't bat an eyelid.  They're like drug dealers in a way - they don't pressure you into an addiction they just give you enough at first for you to cultivate your own reliance.  I love my mid-afternoon grande white mocha.

Friday, 22 February 2013

It's been a while...

I feel like I'm just beginning to get over the jet lag and general incompetence of getting home with Air Canada.

Tremblant

But aside that it was an awesome holiday with some awesome people, one that I won't forget for a long while (party due to the bruises I'm still finding).  I've snowboarded once before but this time I learnt how to turn my board properly which meant my flat little hiney spent lots of good quality time with the snow.  I did land on my head more than once too, so if you ever consider snowboarding without a helmet you are a suicidal muppet.


Viewing platform overlooking Tremblant


The first couple of days were spent scooting around the nice slopes of Saint Sauveur to get reacquainted with the boards and some of our friends took ski lessons.  Saint Sauveur is a great resort when you're in a group of varying levels, most people on the holiday have skied for years but kept themselves happily occupied on the range of green, blue and black runs.  Then midweek we went to the beautiful town and mountain of Tremblant which is a little more advanced - not due to the classifications of the runs but because it's never quiet there and the runs are much longer so when you start at the top you've made a bit of a commitment.  I took the day off and let the the group crack on without me while I rested up in the bar and took a hike to a viewing platform overlooking the mountains.





The town of Tremblant
Tremblant


  We also made sure we didn't miss pancake day by having dinner in a Creperie of course.

Creperie
Saint Sauveur


Snowy trees: what most of my holiday snaps consist of...


The beautiful house we stayed in



Back garden complete with sauna

And we also had a good long ramble around Montreal on the last day. It was freezing.

Notre Dame. They have one here too

Chris enjoyed a bit of street photography



Montreal harbour


Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Dear Air Canada...

Dear Air Canada...



  • Thank you for delaying our return flight by over 4 hours because you did not think it was necessary to get a pilot,
  • Thank you for then cancelling our flight at midnight without any apology,
  • Thank you for refusing to rebook us or provide any accommodation or catering,
  • Thank you for failing to answer the customer service phone number until we gave up at around 3am,
  • Thank you for employing that b*tch Francesca who nearly got slapped for her rudeness to us and other customers whom you were, quite literally, kicking out into the cold.

Consider yourselves lucky that your country is so awesome, otherwise you wouldn't have very much going for you.

Thursday, 7 February 2013

Hilariously inappropriate review



Whilst checking out reviews for washing machines, I came across this little gem.  Somebody clearly wants the ex-wife to know he's doing just fine without her and her washing machine!


Sunday, 3 February 2013

Charred Shortbread Hearts

Here is my recipe for shortbread hearts


 


Recipe
125g softened butter
55g caster sugar
180g plain flour

Directions

  • Beat the butter and sugar together until smooth.  Give up after 5 minutes and pass to Chris to do it properly.
  • Stir in the flour and work into a smooth paste. Give up after 5 minutes and pass to Chris.
  • Turn out onto a floured surface and roll to 1cm thick, giving up after 10 minutes of it sticking to the worktop and rolling pin, gather it up and re-flour the surface.
  • End up rolling it much thinner than intended, use a heart shaped cutter but mess up the shape by peeling the hearts off an inadequately floured surface.
  • Place on a oven tray lined with baking parchment and sprinkle with icing sugar.
  • Place in fridge to chill, then put into a preheated oven at 190 degrees (gas mark 5) for 15-20 minutes until lightly golden brown
  • Check the biscuits after barely 15 minutes to find that they're starting to burn because they were rolled far too thin.
  • Melt white chocolate over them to cover up the burnt taste and enjoy.

While we were at Tesco getting the ingredients for my shortbread hearts, we found an awesome DVD: