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Welcome to Outgoings, a weekly series where we speak to Yonder members about her weekly outgoings. Real people, real money, real spending habits.

This week: £1,171 across 27 transactions, a £250 restaurant booking he'd been chasing for months, one cigarette he deeply regretted, and, for the first time in four years, an actual budget he nearly, almost, kept to.

Let's get into it.

Key facts

Diarist: 26, Frontend Developer

Location: Essex (with his parents and younger sister)

Salary: £30-60k

Biggest spend: £250 (prebooking Humble Chicken)

Smallest spend: €2 (drink from a local shop)

I'm 26, and my day-to-day is being a frontend developer, building new features, fixing old bugs, and trying to make peace with the fact that "quick fix" rarely means quick.

I live in Essex with my parents and my younger sister. They're very kindly letting me live rent-free, so you won't see a rent or mortgage payment show up anywhere here.

My relationship with money is interesting, to say the least: growing up, discretionary spending was something that got denied, repeatedly, and the second I landed my first corporate job I stopped denying myself much of anything — for about four years running. This week I finally drafted my first real budget, £800, to see if I could actually stick to it. It was never going to be an easy test — a wedding at the start of the week, then a long weekend in Paris with my sister, in a heatwave, with a restaurant booking I'd been chasing for months already locked in.

Take-home: £2-4k / month · Rent/mortgage: £0k (lives with family) · Week total: £1,171  · Transactions: 27

Day 01 · Monday · Essex — £27

A long but fun day ahead: meeting a friend out in Richmond to hang out and take the girls to a playground. It's a gorgeous day and Richmond Park is one of my favourite places in London. Hoping to stick to a budget of £50 or less.

Wake up tired and full from the night before, already thinking about the wedding tomorrow.

12:00 · £7 — A coffee and a brownie. Picked up in town, no particular reason, just a Monday.

17:00 · £20 — Fuel for the car. Filled up ahead of the wedding tomorrow, since it's out of town and the tank was low. Feeling: necessary. already aware there's a trip to Cheltenham later in the month, so trying not to spend too much over the next few days.

Day 02 · Tuesday · Essex — £7.50

A day of work followed by a wedding.

12:00 · £6.50 — Picky bits from M&S: crisps, a dark chocolate rice cake, and a small sandwich. Bought for the car on the way to the wedding. Feeling: good, though the M&S hummus salt and vinegar crisps turned out to be dangerous; nearly finished the whole pack.

12:15 · £1 — An envelope for the wedding card. Grabbed while picking up the car snacks. Feeling: neutral, just practical.

Such a fun day, such a beautiful couple.

Day 03 · Wednesday · London to Paris — £640

Up early for the Eurostar with my sister, everything pre-booked except breakfast. High thirties forecast, and a solar eclipse due that afternoon. Packed the glasses.

08:00 · £35 — Return Eurostar ticket. Bought ahead of the early train, with everything else already sorted. Feeling: fine, one less thing to think about.

09:00 · £7 — M&S meal deal: a BLT, milk chocolate rice cakes, and a lemonade. Picked up with my sister at St Pancras while we waited for the gates to open. Feeling: good — needed to eat, wasn't paying Eurostar café prices if I could help it.

09:30 · £10.50 — Sausage, egg and cheese burger with an Americano and hash browns. Chose the least busy-looking place around because I'd skipped breakfast and was starving. Feeling: full afterwards, but greasy and salty... not sure it was the right call.

15:00 · £250 — Prebooking Humble Chicken. Locked in the booking I've wanted for ages: countertop dining, proper Japanese food. Meant to land in September's budget, not this month's, so it's already put me over. Feeling: annoyed about the timing, genuinely excited for the meal.

16:00 · €20 — Uber from Gare du Nord to the hotel in La Défense. Chose it over the Métro because the day was too hot for the tube. Feeling: good at the time, less good once it dropped us a 20-minute walk from the hotel in 38-degree heat.

17:00 · £164 — Hotel check-in. Paid at the desk, having found a cheaper rate the day before and saved €60 in the process. Feeling: very happy about the saving, and even happier about the air conditioning after that walk.

17:30 · €32 — Navigo weekly travel pass. Bought to make getting around by Métro easier for the week, works out roughly the same as single tickets but with a lot less faff. Feeling: sensible.

No spend, 18:30 — turned away from the Arc de Triomphe rooftop. Staff didn't honour our pre-booked tickets and huge queues formed, so we missed the rooftop view for the eclipse. Still caught it from street level around 8pm, which counted for something.

22:00 · €150 — Dinner at Le George. Went à la carte instead of the tasting menu to keep costs down: tuna crudo, beef carpaccio, truffle pasta, steak, kiwi pavlova. Feeling: good food, but not convinced it was worth the money. Took a while to adjust to the formality of French service.

Annoyed by the Uber, the Arc de Triomphe, and having to pull Humble Chicken into this month's spending instead of next's. Nearly gave myself heatstroke. New rule: water, always, on me.

Day 04 · Thursday · Paris — £266

The Louvre and the Musée de l'Orangerie on the list, and nearly 40-degree heat unfortunately also on the list.

11:00 · €4 — A magnet from the Louvre gift shop. Bought after finally seeing the Mona Lisa in person (smaller than expected) and wishing we'd had more time before it got busy. Feeling: excited, has to be done.

13:00 · €4 — A matcha at Musée de l'Orangerie. Grabbed while exploring what might be my favourite museum in Paris, would be so peaceful first thing in the morning. Feeling: a bit steep for what it was.

13:38 · €56 — Perfume testers at Le Labo: Beijing, Shanghai, Paris, Tokyo, and Matcha 26. Wandered in loving the shop, fell hard for the Matcha 26 scent. Feeling: wanted the full bottle, couldn't stretch the budget to it.

15:00 · €27 — Two drinks and two small cakes at Café Kitsuné. Feeling: genuinely annoyed. Slow service, and it wasn't even good. Nearly £30 for this was a bit of a crime.

16:30 · €15 — Beef carpaccio and a reduced bottle of wine from a supermarket near the hotel. Picked up for a low-key evening in. Feeling: the beef was fine, the wine was truly awful.

20:00 · €165 — Dinner at Septime. A hard-to-get booking I was thrilled to land, a seven-course, vegetable-heavy seasonal tasting menu, including my third attempt at sweetbreads. Had two glasses of wine instead of the full pairing to keep some room in the budget. Feeling: extremely worth it.

Tired, full, thoroughly cooked by the weather, but glad (genuinely glad)_ about Septime.

Day 05 · Friday · Paris — £130

Yesterday turned out cheaper than feared, and the heat has not let up.

09:51 · €2 — A cold drink from a shop. Needed the hydration. Feeling: necessary.

11:00 · €4 — A Van Gogh Starry Night magnet from a gift shop. Snagged the last one from under the nose of an unsuspecting American tourist. Feeling: smug. YUou snooze, you lose.

11:17 · €10 — A burger croissant, a Basque-style cheesecake, and a plain croissant from a vegan pastry shop. Feeling: good. Tasty, and mercifully wasp-free, unlike every other Parisian bakery.

12:00 · €10 — Uber. Feet and patience both worn down by the heat, decided it was worth the fare. Feeling: fine, needed it.

19:00 · €15 — Drinks at the hotel bar before dinner. Feeling: reasonable, not too expensive.

20:00 · €50 — Dinner at Chez Ann. A dumpling place, with sake and a Chinese rice wine on the side. Feeling: good. Decent food, cheap by the week's standards.

22:30 · €30 — A pack of Marlboro Reds from a bar-tobacconist. Smoked exactly one and immediately remembered why I don't smoke. Feeling: big regret, but fun in the moment.

23:00 · €30 — More drinks at the hotel bar, closing out the night. Feeling: good way to end the day.

Wanted to try a restaurant for lunch that turned out to be shut by 2pm. The one thing that almost got past me.

Day 06 · Saturday · Paris — £110

08:00 · €8 — A latte at the hotel. Morning coffee before heading out for the day. Feeling: good, simple start.

08:30 · €30 — Cash withdrawn from an ATM. Pulled out in case the day involved market shopping. Feeling: neutral, just planning ahead.

12:00 · €20 — Onigiri from a local shop, including a spicy prawn tempura one. Feeling: really good, the spicy prawn tempura was a standout.

18:00 · €70 — Dinner at Bistrot des Fables: frogs' legs, snails, steak frites. Feeling: great! Simple, well-executed French bistro food.

A calm day. The Eiffel Tower impresses; the vendors circling it do not.

Day 07 · Sunday · Paris to Essex — £25

Travel day, Eurostar at midday, weather finally playing fair.

10:00 · €30 — A pre-train burger from Five Guys. Grabbed before the midday Eurostar home. Feeling: a pricier breakfast than I'd like, but made a tiring travel day easier.

No further spending. A quiet run back into the usual work week, including, a few days later, another wedding.

What the week says

Three things stayed with us after reading it.

The €27 that mattered more than the £250. The most emotionally loud entry of the week is a €27 bill for two average drinks and two small cakes at Café Kitsuné: slow service, food that "wasn't even good," and in their own words, "a crime." The week's actual biggest spend, £250 on a long-chased Humble Chicken booking, barely gets a complaint: annoyed about the timing, sure, but genuinely excited underneath. Big, wanted spends land calmly here; it's the small, avoidable ones: the €27 cakes, the single cigarette they regretted before they'd finished it, the Uber that dropped them twenty minutes short of the hotel, that actually needle.

The heat premium. Nearly every "why not" moment this week carries the same footnote: it was too hot. The €20 Uber to a La Défense hotel, because "the tube seemed like a worse idea in 38-degree heat." The €10 Uber two days later, feet and patience both worn through. The €2 drink bought for nothing but hydration, and the running admission that water needed to be "on me at all times" after a near-heatstroke on day one. None of it looks reckless in isolation, but stacked up, the Paris heatwave worked like a hidden line item the £800 budget never priced in: roughly €30 in taxis alone that a cooler week probably wouldn't have needed.

A week that knew what it was. They named the risk going in: four years of uncontrolled spending, a wedding, a heatwave weekend in Paris, and a first real budget they suspected wouldn't survive contact with any of it. It didn't (£1,171 against a target of £800) but they'd priced in the trade-off before they made it, and don't walk it back afterwards. Not every over-spent week is a mystery. Some of them are decided in advance, eyes open, on purpose.

The reflections

Most defended: "The Humble Chicken prebooking. I've been looking forward to it for months and I'm still annoyed I missed the cheaper menu window, but I don't regret booking it at all."

Quietly taken back: "Le George. I think a proper French bistro, something more like Bistrot des Fables, would have suited the night and the mood, better than the formality (and price) of à la carte fine dining.."

Almost spent on, didn't: "A Kilian white tea perfume, which came in just a little over what the week could stretch to."

Surprising: "That I came within touching distance of my own £800 budget at all. First time I've ever managed anything close to it — and I'm now going to follow my spreadsheet like gospel."

Outgoings is a weekly diary series from Yonder. Every Thursday, one anonymous member takes us through a week of their spending life. To write one, submit an application here.