It might not be about the money for you, Jessie J, with your net worth of £13 million pounds* but for us mere mortals who aren’t award winning songwriters, the money is actually pretty important.
*according to less than 15 seconds worth of Google research; possibly a wildly inaccurate figure.
Yes, we love the idea of forgetting about price tags and making the world dance, but I’m afraid that flagrant disregard for household budgets and unsolicited tripping of the light fantastic will have to wait. We’ve council tax bills to pay, washing powder to buy and donations to make to Simon from Finance’s leaving collection before we can fanny around with an international fandango (Disclaimer: other dances for the world to participate in, are available).
I consider myself to be in a relatively fortunate position, I have sufficient income to maintain a pretty full life without having to count every penny, but I’m definitely still in the ‘couple of paydays away from
being homeless moving in with my mum’ camp. If I lost my job tomorrow and didn’t find another job for a while, I’d be pretty screwed.
That said, Brad and I do have some savings. We have actual real cash money in an account that is separate from our every day current accounts. A proper grown up savings account that we dip into for
takeaway pizza and holiday deposits emergencies.
You see, therein lies the problem. I am a “live for the moment” kinda girl. I spend rather than saving. That said, I am pretty shit hot on the old pension contribution front but mainly because I do not want to have to work a single day longer than I need to and (ooh controversial government-slating comment coming up) based on current circumstances, I’d rather not rely on my state pension. By the time I grow up to be a pensioner, I suspect pension claiming age will start at approximately 102.
The ONLY reason that we have money in a savings account is because we’re about to buy a property and need to pay a shed load of cash to a ton of people (including the pension withholding government bastards) in order to do so.
So, although the money won’t be there for long; right now, there is wonga in my savings account. Boom. Number 32 of List 34 has been completed:
“32) Have a savings account that isn’t empty”
If we weren’t house buying, I’d totally be on holiday with that money right now…. Hmmm…. *Goes off to consider taking flat off the market in order to fund trip to Caribbean instead*
PS: If you’re a fraudster excited by my wonga filled bank account, it’s really not as much as I’m making out. You’d need a really tiny swag bag. Try someone like Richard Branson instead.