You know that moment in a movie where the hero discovers the villain’s evil lair and gasps at the sheer scale of chaos? That was me this today, staring at my new energy bill: **£240**. A month.
I mean, what are they fuelling as it’s not my place at that amount? The Death Star? Because I’d really like to know what part of my very mundane existence justifies this apocalyptic direct debit. Is my fridge moonlighting as a nightclub? Are my radiators running a black-market jacuzzi service? The mind boggles.
Let’s be honest: I’m not exactly living a Kardashian-level lifestyle. I turn off lights like I’m being paid per switch. My heating? Barely on. There are penguins outside looking at me like, “Mate, it’s colder in here than out there.” And yet, here I am, with a bill that suggests I’m single-handedly powering the Large Hadron Collider.
Oh, and the cherry on top? The email signed off with “Thank you for choosing us!” As if I had other options. Like I’m out here window-shopping for energy providers with discount codes like “KEEPWARM10.” Sure, Karen!
My options? Dress my dolly up and look amazeballs and feel ok for a few moments.
Well until tomorrow and I decide to start up my Only Fans to cover the food and phone bills .
CREDITS
Avri outfit from KiB Designs now at Sense Event (Great Hud included)
Reema EVOX head from CATWA
Jett hair from Exile
Kait skin from the Skinnery in Sorbet
Luna body skin from the Skinnery
Closet backdrop with poses from Amitie
Isabelle Cheren 