it's a consumer conspiracy

Now that I have a regular income, the consumer gods are conspiring to make me spend.
My Oxbow Books catalogue arrived this week, with a lethal selection of very desireable books, including a full translation of the Menagier de Paris.
I discovered that my favourite bead shop in Covent Garden is now open 7 days a week, AND til 7pm on weeknights.
And, of course, I have to replace my Pelikan ink that I cleverly poured down the sink last week - that requires a trip to Cornelissens, usually.
Never mind a hankering for a couple of new shirts for work...