*Fran does a metaphorical cartwheel, a literal one not happening any time soon.*
The scenario is simple. A quick facebook conversation with Friend Rich, and we agree to catch up over coffee. He knows about the frugality drive, and so his precise words were: "We can either go budget and meet in the (work) kitchen, or head to a cafe."
Well, a cafe sounded very nice. So I began typing, and this is what I wrote: "Let's do the cafe thing. I can stretch to a cup of coffee :)" My finger hovered over "Enter". And then I paused. I remembered the bus/train incident, and the Abomination of Desolation that hitches its ride to the Chariot of Failure. And I deleted what I had written and replied instead, "Kitchen it is, then. I'll bring milk!"
Which is why I am now feeling very pleased with myself. Friend Rich and I had a good and sociable chat, enjoyed some excellent coffee thanks to his cafetiere, and I also supplied some Oreos that were on special offer in the newsagent's. (Ideally, I would have baked something, but I just didn't have time.) The whole cost less than a half of the usual coffee price, and I have a goodly part of a pint of milk in my fridge to boot. What is more, for the rest of the day, I have been basking in the summery warmth of smug self-satisfaction.
The Oreos, however, have been consumed in their entirety.
Total Expenditure: 89p