This is an update on the very long and ultimately fruitless journey I have been on to get a new credit card.
Bank accounts are not a set and forget. Banks change things and if you don’t watch much TV and have opted to receive statements and communications by email then you fall behind in what they are offering.
During our twenties and early thirties Mr Saver and I used to go “hunter gathering”. We literally called it that, like the effort of doing all that shopping would ensure the survival of our species. After a forty hour week at work we deserved to treat ourselves to some retail therapy.
Two years ago I was out shopping. I’m not much of a shopper; endless looking for stuff I don’t really need is not my idea of fun. But I WAS shopping for something I found enjoyable. A new Term Deposit.
A few times in life the universe is out to get you and it sets you a challenge so big that you realise that you can’t do it all. Something has to give and you have to decide what that ‘something’ is going to be.
I had been doing a fair amount of reading about investing in shares in New Zealand and knew the time had come to push the ‘go’ button and buy some. But I had no idea at all how to go about it.
He had (I kid you not) scribbled on a piece of paper three scenarios of saving for retirement. I had the distinct feeling that the ink was not quite dry on this master plan, him having just written it as I came up the stairs.
The shoes have ONE YEAR to prove themselves. If they have not been worn in that time she turns around and sells them. She frequently sells them for more than she paid, thereby turning a profit.