I think I've managed to be miserly, this Monday.
After fruitlessly searching for suitable curtaining for the large bathroom window, I went to a cheap-o "department" shop and bought 8 metres of white ribbon, 1cm wide. I have now re-hung an old, full-length voile-sort-of curtain, and looped it up at the bottom with said ribbon, finished in huge floppy bows. Cheap!
I parked for free, in town, and walked the length of the high street - for the ribbon, above, and also for some refills for the dehumidifiers that I put in my deep cupboards. Then I walked back with a window-shopping only excursion into the bookshop (came out empty handed) and also into three charity shops - came out empty-handed, there, too.
I went to the local community sports/fitness centre, where I've renewed a temporary membership: and gave myself a session on the static bike, while it stormed and rained outside. :rain: The receptionist (carrying on a private phone call, :blah:while she dealt with me) said I wasn't registered as a Senior on their system . . . could I prove my age . . . well, yes, I could, but (a) I've been a Senior, with 25% reduction on prices, for almost six years, so why should I and (b) yes, but the proof was out in the van, in the car park and there was no way I was going out there again in THAT weather, since I didn't have to . . . So Madame put her private phone-call on one side long enough to click a few mouse-buttons and - whaddyaknow! There I was, large as life and definitely "Senior". So I got my 25% reduction.
Home now for the evening: reading, writing letters and later - watching "Lewis" on TV. Some of you here are British TV fans: I wonder if you get "Lewis"? Well, if not, I'll enjoy it on your behalf.