I lead a busy but very well-organised life (some would say 'boring'). I tend to do the same things on the same day every week.
Today, Thursday, is 'Hair Day'. We all spend our money on different things don't we - perhaps on essentials. Well, I consider my weekly trip to the Hairdresser to be absolutely essential. I have difficult hair in that it is fine and completely straight. Today is 'perm' day, next week is 'colour' and then off we go again on simple blow dries for a few weeks. I really would find it a nightmare to manage my own hair. I sometimes envy the farmer, who is more or less completely bald and who follows the modern trend of having what little hair he has cut extremely short. As he is also grey you really get the impression that he hasn't got any hair.
Another essential for me is to have a cleaner. J has been coming to me for twenty two years and has never let me down once. She is totally trustworthy and I don't know how I would manage without her. Physically I just couldn't do the hard jobs myself - I just do things like cleaning the silver, washing the odd cushion cover etc. It works well for both of us and again is money well-spent.
The farmer has semi-retired and lets off most of his land. In the Winter he takes in in-calf cows into the loose housing and really enjoys looking after them (with the help of various pieces of machinery). He has just grassed-over our vegetable garden; his neck and shoulders are bad and don't take kindly to gardening. At present he is resisting getting in a gardener to help with our front walled garden, but the time will come I am sure.
A window cleaner cleans our outside windows (and often, like this week, it rains immediately), an engineer services our boiler and various pieces of equipment.
But don't let me give you the impression that either of us sits about doing nothing. I meet friends almost everyday, lunch out often (I no longer report every time I lunch out, mainly because readers are apt to say "Not again!") Tomorrow I am going with friend W to look round the things for sale on Saturday at our local Auction House - and when we have looked round them we shall have our lunch in the Restaurant there.
My reasoning is that for my working life I worked jolly hard in a job which was never going to be easy (Head of a Unit for pupils with learning difficulties, many of them associated with the fact that they were recent immigrants from the Punjab
and so had little language). My colleagues were lovely and I am in touch with some of them still, but we would all agree that it was jolly hard work.
The farmer has worked on the farm since long before he left school.
So I think you will agree that we should be allowed to pamper ourselves a little.
Do you pamper yourself? What things, if any, do you consider important when it comes to spending money? I would be interested to hear.