LUKE MARSDEN: Splashing out on a hot tub

In true typical British fashion, the weather was, ironically, good whilst we were on lockdown so most of us lived in our gardens.

I’ve lost count the amount of conference calls I did with birds tweeting in the background.

This week a package arrived for me that I had completely forgotten about.

Alongside the chaos of the coronavirus restrictions, some of us went on a bit of a spending spree.

The nation became obsessed with hot tubs. Nearly every shop in Wigan had sold out of them as we destined to become human croutons in a swirling pool of tap water.

My inflatable hot tub has finally arrived (I have to specify inflatable rather than those proper ones- I’m not made of money!) four months after I ordered it one Friday night after a cider or two back in April.

The jury is still out on whether or not I will come to regret this purchase (My dad told me he doesn’t think I’ll use it more than five times this year) but this did get me thinking, what else may I have purchased during the height of hysteria that will randomly show up months down the line? Did I bulk buy some face masks? Is a field’s worth of flour en route?

The PM warned this week that a second spike could be on the way in the autumn, we of course don’t want this from a health perspective, but can our wallets really take the hit of another lockdown?

I’m cutting up my credit cards as I write this.