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Yesterday I had a reality check. It was an incident that, as has happened before, put me in my (financial) place!

Not all that many years ago I was working at a nearby village school and every Tuesday a Fresh Fish Van stopped outside and we would all go and get our selection. Being a lifestyleblocker I eat the most delectable meat possible ... prime tender beef, tasty milk fed pork, manuka smoked bacon and ham, flavoursome lamb and hogget ... but I don't grow fish. Therefore, the Tuesday Fresh Fish Van was a real treat which I looked forward to. I had a standard order - $3 fish of the day. It was usually Moki but the freshest, nicest Moki one could ever wish for and I would have half of it lightly pan fried that night and the other half baked in white sauce the following night.

Yesterday I had gone into town to do some banking and, because my bank had shifted, I ended up in a part of the main street I normally wouldn't visit. There, across the road from the bank, was the Tuesday Fresh Fish Van. I went down memory lane ... I salivated ... I decided on my dinner ... I ratted through the wagon to find parking meter money ... I came up with $3.80 and I gleefully went to buy some fish for my tea.

And that was when it went wrong.

The fishmonger couldn't find a piece of fish small enough! The smallest portion he could find was $6.30 and cutting a piece in half was not an option. How embarrassing. How times have changed. I tried to rationalise – had fish become twice as expensive in the past few years or had I become twice as poor? I took my deflated self home and had two sausages instead.

When the Shoestring’s a Bit Short – 28th November

Yesterday I had a reality check.   It was an incident that, as has happened before, put me in my (financial) place!

Not all that many years ago I was working at a nearby village school and every Tuesday a Fresh Fish Van stopped outside and we would all go and get our selection.   Being a lifestyleblocker I eat the most delectable meat possible … prime tender beef, tasty milk fed pork, manuka smoked bacon and ham, flavoursome lamb and hogget … but I don’t grow fish.   Therefore, the Tuesday Fresh Fish Van was a real treat which I looked forward to.   I had a standard order - $3 fish of the day.    It was usually Moki but the freshest, nicest Moki one could ever wish for and I would have half of it lightly pan fried that night and the other half baked in white sauce the following night.

Yesterday I had gone into town to do some banking and, because my bank had shifted, I ended up in a part of the main street I normally wouldn’t visit.   There, across the road from the bank, was the Tuesday Fresh Fish Van.   I went down memory lane … I salivated … I decided on my dinner … I ratted through the wagon to find parking meter money … I came up with $3.80 and I gleefully went to buy some fish for my tea.

And that was when it went wrong.

The fishmonger couldn’t find a piece of fish small enough!   The smallest portion he could find was $6.30 and cutting a piece in half was not an option.   How embarrassing.   How times have changed.   I tried to rationalise – had fish become twice as expensive in the past few years or had I become twice as poor?   I took my deflated self home and had two sausages instead.

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