A Frugal Utopia
The nicer coffee, perhaps 2 pounds more than the basic. A nice cheese every few weeks. A bottle of wine, not particularly good, less than a tenner a week. Some ink and some paper, but I sell enough art to cover the costs and a little more. And that is about where the list ends. I am generous when paying for dinner at the restaurant, or buying my round but I seldom go out. And I pay for my share of the badminton. Sometimes a book, but not often as I have so many on my reading pile. I wonder if this is a sad thing or a frugal utopia.
In my head
