We’re sitting in the living room on Saturday afternoon and the conversation goes something like this:
DH: Shall I get one of these xxxx cameras then?
Me: Well, it’s quite pricey for a snappy camera…but it if you can afford it and you want one…it’s up to you.
DH <waving piccy of camera at me on his iPad with lustful enthusiasm>: Look. They are deeply cool.
Me: Get one then…though, if you have money burning a hole in your pocket, you could get me an iPad…<cheeky grin>
DH: Alright then.
Me: <speechless and frantically trying to work out of my leg is being pulled>….Really?
DH: Do you want one?
Me <recovering>: Seriously? You’d get me an iPad?
DH: Sure, if you want one.
Me <nodding enthusiastically> Yeah!
DH <checking iPad> Though…they’re out of stock in the local Argos.
Me: What about in <naming other local town>?
DH: Yep, they’ve got one there. Shall I put my boots on?
Me <grinning inanely>: OK… Are you sure?
DH: Yeah, why not? I’ll have six months to pay for it. Call it a birthday present.
And that, dear readers, is how I ended up the proud owner of a new iPad half a year before my birthday. What a lucky girl I am. <Note to self: I must remember to casually ask for things I can’t afford more often>
In case you are wondering where the unhealthy bit comes in, you may be aware that we pretty much converted from PCs to Macs the previous weekend, to the tune of an iMac, a Macbook and DH’s iPad. It wasn’t exactly impulse buying (well, in fact, my Macbook was entirely an impulse buy though, to be fair, my PC is several years old, prone to crashing and it’s a legitimate business expense and that’s the story I’m sticking to!) Consequently, I am spending all day sitting on my backside migrating bits of software and data onto the new machine(s) and, of course, playing with them. Unhealthy apples, both personally and for the bank balance (as and when all this stuff actually has to be paid for), I think you’ll agree.
And if that lovely bit of generosity from my DH wasn’t enough, there was the killer cake he made on Sunday and I do use “killer” advisedly. DH (in addition to making Sunday lunch as per usual) made a coffee and walnut cake that had so much butter in it that I could feel my arteries hardening just looking at it. It was extremely tasty though
So I may be unhealthy, in debt, suffering from a lack of exercise, getting behind with tax returns, work and going blind from staring at technology, but I do feel loved