Thrifter, aka The Skinflint Philosopher, has clearly been postponing writing this post for a while. Digger is chuntering away that I’m too busy talking about him, which he believes is not very interesting for your average reader. He wasn’t very keen on the ‘umbrella’ photo either. To readdress the balance, I must commit to the below.
Aliases: Thrifter, Skinflint Philosopher, Mama, Miss (and on occasion ‘mum’ by students who forget where they are- oh the embarrassment in front of their peers), Merlin, Kirk.
Age: the right side of forty.
Unusual jobs held: courgette picker, embassy dog walker, frisker, Didi Moni, teacher, bat detectorist.
Common phrases used: Meanwhile back in the classroom, the plan of action is, no you can’t take the (insert random item e.g. saucepan in this space) to bed with you.
Current status: Thwarted backwoodsman
Off grid survival skills: Scouting for girls, kayaker, general skinflintage