Money,money,money,it's so funny,it's s a rich man's world. 26/11/2016

I have learnt a lot about money from my husband.That the money can be,and a lot of the time is, the root of all evil.People crave it, they cheat,lie,kill for it.I have also learnt that once you have earned it you must look after it.My husband never ever trusted any-one with our savings and years back,after the newspaper tycoon Robert Maxwell had squandered his employees pension on yachts,airplane,luxury houses for his numerous children,holiday homes and high living,and hundreds of people ended up after years of saving with nothing,my husband completely lost faith in any official body. And he would say-if something seems too good to be true,it always is.These words have kept me in good stead and if someone offers me a pipe dream I politely decline.I had to take care of our finances when my husband was ill and I have been taking care of myself since he passed away.I have come to rely on myself only,then should anything go wrong I have no-one else to blame.But so far I have made no decision I have come to regret.My husband had never passed a beggar without putting his hand in the pocket and handing the poor unfortunate what he could.He never judged any-one,never asked was this person an alcoholic,a drug addict or just someone down on his luck.A down and out was to my Olly a person who at that moment needed a helping hand and my darling husband would offer it.The beggars remembered him,he would stop and ask after their health.A sweater would disappear,a pair of trousers.Oh,they will come to light, he would say jokingly.And they did - on an old man sitting on the bench opposite Boots the chemist in Notting Hill! Olly, I would say with a twinkle in my eyes,you and him shop in the same place and have identical taste in clothes.Yes, we both have a good taste,but you still do not let me shop by myself saying I come back looking like a scarecrow!