Cheep Cheep!

Today I had one of those moments when you realise something bad about yourself. I realised that being part Viking and part Polish villager has its down side. From the Viking heritage, we have a desire to rape and pillage. From the Polish villager side, we have extreme thriftiness. So, I found myself pillaging a half-drunk bottle of white wine from the restaurant where we had a work dinner. It was a screw top, and it was there! I wasn't going to leave it there was I? They might just pour it down the drain!
I also realised that this was something more than an isolated incident. Once I took home half a blue cheese from a cheese platter the Scenic Hotel in Norton Summit because I wasn't going to leave it there was I? Ditto the half-eaten lamb chop (It was for the dog!!) the numerous barbeque sausages and the half used Melboure tram ticket that I might need one day even though I live 800 kilometres away.
I have expensive items of clothing that look shocking on me but I am not! going to give them away because I haven't worn them yet and maybe one day I'll be a size 10 again. I have books on queer theory that I know I am never going to read but I don't want to give them away. I re-use wrapping paper. And Christmas cards. And Christmas presents I didn't like last year, like candles. What's with candles!
At least I'm not like my grandmother yet. She'll be at an Op-shop and see a designer dress in her size and her favourite colour, that looks really good on, and she'll be like "two dollars! I'm not paying two dollars!"
No, I always go to three dollars for things like that.