Recession Living: Dumped or Loved Up?
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Whilst admittedly some bankers' wives are filing for divorce quicker than Lewis Hamilton can drive, others have adapted to the circumstances. Never before have I seen some of my male counterparts look suicidal, while others have never looked so happy.
The credit crunch has not left all of us moping around at home watching primetime TV and subsequently brought on a 'love crunch epidemic' in its wake. No, no. Quite the opposite.
Outings to Nobu and Whiskey Mist have been replaced by cosy nights in equipped with my own DIY sushi kit and cocktail shaker. Lazy lunches and meanderings along the Kings Road no longer occupy my diary, but have been replaced by tennis matches and BYO picnics. An afternoon spent strolling around Selfridges has been seen off in favour of long drives in the country and boating down the river. Even my gym membership has been ditched in favour of running in the park. Truth be told, I have never seen so much of the English countryside, so little of inside shop stores, and never had a bank balance - or waistline - so healthy. And the truth is, I like it. A lot.
Recently I came home, late (oops, a quick work drink turned into another, but hey, it's not often the Boss is buying anymore). And I arrived to candles, dinner, the iPod blaring out my favourite music, and no sport on the TV - a miracle. (I think I need to up my game).
We danced around the living room as the wine flowed and the night passed us by. Who needed Mahiki when the tunes at home were so good, the wine cost next to nothing, my feet didn't hurt, and I didn't have to worry about getting home?
All I can say is a 'recession' doesn't have to mean a 'depression'. Girls and boys, get thinking. There may be a credit crunch, but there's no need for a love crunch, too. This is an economic down turn set to last years, not months, and all the best ideas require thought, not money.
They say a recession is the catalyst for entrepreneurs. Well, perhaps it's also the catalyst for true romance. That is of course, if you married for love, not money.
Outings to Nobu and Whiskey Mist have been replaced by cosy nights in equipped with my own DIY sushi kit and cocktail shaker. Lazy lunches and meanderings along the Kings Road no longer occupy my diary, but have been replaced by tennis matches and BYO picnics. An afternoon spent strolling around Selfridges has been seen off in favour of long drives in the country and boating down the river. Even my gym membership has been ditched in favour of running in the park. Truth be told, I have never seen so much of the English countryside, so little of inside shop stores, and never had a bank balance - or waistline - so healthy. And the truth is, I like it. A lot.
Recently I came home, late (oops, a quick work drink turned into another, but hey, it's not often the Boss is buying anymore). And I arrived to candles, dinner, the iPod blaring out my favourite music, and no sport on the TV - a miracle. (I think I need to up my game).
We danced around the living room as the wine flowed and the night passed us by. Who needed Mahiki when the tunes at home were so good, the wine cost next to nothing, my feet didn't hurt, and I didn't have to worry about getting home?
All I can say is a 'recession' doesn't have to mean a 'depression'. Girls and boys, get thinking. There may be a credit crunch, but there's no need for a love crunch, too. This is an economic down turn set to last years, not months, and all the best ideas require thought, not money.
They say a recession is the catalyst for entrepreneurs. Well, perhaps it's also the catalyst for true romance. That is of course, if you married for love, not money.
Here Is The Writer : Accidental Accountant
Accidental Accountant is a twenty-something City girl parading the trading floors of investment banks, wondering everyday how she came to be here. She has been playing the corporate game for the last five years, has a passion for fashion, a fondness for partying, and a love/hate affair with City life. If you’ve ever thought you didn’t quite fit in, welcome to her world (and feel free to get in touch).
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