OK. DON'T PANIC. Don't panic. It's only a VISA bill. It's a piece of paper; a few numbers. I mean, just how scary can a few numbers be?
I stare out of the office window at a bus driving down Oxford Street, willing myself to open the white envelope sitting on my cluttered desk. it's only a piece of paper, I tell myself for the thousnadth time. And I'm not stupid, am I? I know exactly how much this VISA bill will be.
Sort of .Roughly
It'll be about... 200. Three hundred, maybe. Yes, maybe 300. Three-fifty, max.
I casually close my eyes and start to tot up. There was that suit in Jigsaw. And there was dinner with Suze at Quaglinos. And there was that gorgeous red and yellow rug. The rug was 200., come to think of it. But it was definitely worth every penny-everyone's admired it. Or, at least, Suze has.
And the Jigsaw suit was on sale-30 percent off. So that was actually saving money.
I open my eyes and reach for the bill. As my fingers hit the paper i remember new contact lenses. ninety-five pounds. Quite a lot. But, I mean, i had to get those, didn't I? What am I supposed to do, walk around in a blur?
And I had to buy some new solutions and a cute case and some hypoallergenic eyeliner. So that takes it up to ... 400?
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