Money.

<i> I’ve got ninety thousand pounds in my pyjamas.
I’ve got thirty thousand French francs in my fridge.
I’ve got lots of lovely lira now the deutch mark’s getting dearer
And my dollar bills could buy the Brooklyn Bridge.

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash
Some people think it’s folly but I’d rather have the lolly
With money you can make a splash!

So says Monty Python anyway….

But yet again the stuff is rather in short supply in the household. I know its not exactly making itself available across the entire country right now, but it’s really getting a bit silly here.

Student finance = nightmare.

New car = no go.

Tall ships for birthday = never going to happen.

If money does technically grow on trees, why doesn’t any of it fall on me?