Immediately on returning from travels and before making plans for the next trip (thus locking myself into a saving budget in which there is no room to move) is the only time I can bring myself to throw large lumps of money at things that do not involve me getting on a plane.
I want it noted that I tried to be a responsible, sensible, forward-planning adult and purchase a necessary item of household white goods, and I want it noted that I have been thwarted from doing this by three centimetres.
Guess I'll just have to use that money on a ticket to Europe, right?
Well. Shucks. Damn. And poot.
In light of this failure, I have no alternative but to drink this pear cider and start making vegetable soup under the influence.