In today’s Fiver: soaring costs, impending doom and much more
The Fiver left the ‘house’ this morning with a spring in our step. Yup. What a lovely, crisp sunny morning it was. A little dusting of frost on the ground, birds chirpily busying themselves before winter really bites and a stillness and calm about the world that could only make the zen flow. Let’s be honest, it was never going to last. Within minutes the bubble of optimism was blown to bits and in its place was that familiar curtain of shame. For, dear reader, strangers were giving us strange looks. Peculiar glances that would morph into howls of derision – and before long a crowd of the curious were pointing and laughing as one. Yes, we’d only gone and put our grundies on over our trousers again. Hello humiliation, old friend.
