Welcome to Money Diaries where we are tackling the ever-present taboo that is money. We’re asking real people how they spend their hard-earned money during a seven-day period — and we’re tracking every last penny.

This week: “I’m a 26-year-old junior doctor in Australia. I relocated earlier this year from London, where I’d been working in the NHS for around three years. I moved with my partner who is also a doctor. We decided to move for better pay and working conditions, having both experienced pretty bad burnout, which unfortunately is standard in UK public healthcare. Having said that, although the pay is much better here and services have much better funding, our work schedules are very tough so the grass isn’t completely greener. Currently the plan is to move back in a year or two, though this is in continuous review. In London, due to living costs, I hadn’t managed to save any money compared to uni friends who worked elsewhere in the UK, particularly those in the north of England, where I went to medical school. I don’t regret moving to London, as I had the best few years, but it did make budgeting hard, especially in preparation for moving here.

My partner and I have been together for around three years. We are loosely saving for a house if/when we move back to the UK and have fairly similar attitudes towards money despite coming from very different financial backgrounds. I would say most of my disposable income at the moment goes on eating out, live music events (there are so many here) and travelling. I have included the costs in GBP for ease, using a standard currency converter.”

Occupation: Doctor 
Industry: Healthcare
Age: 26
Location: Melbourne, Australia
Salary: £57,000 (pre-tax).
Paycheque amount: £4,445 (although we get paid fortnightly here) + pre-tax “salary packaging” benefit of £300.
Number of housemates: One: my partner, J.
Pronouns: She/her

Monthly Expenses

Housing costs: £818.50 for my half. 
Loan payments: £57 student loan (on international repayment scheme). 
Savings? Around £9,300 in a stocks and shares ISA, spread across managed and index funds; £7,875 in a high interest savings account in the UK; £4,500 in an easy access savings account in Australia. 
Pension? NHS pension (I don’t have a clue how much gross is in there but broadly, NHS pension scheme is 1/54th of earnings/year + treasury order + 1.5%/year) and here we have a Super, which is the Australian equivalent (also don’t have a clue).
Utilities: £30 gas and electricity, £17.50 wi-fi, £15 water (all my half).
All other monthly payments: £42 UK phone bill, £30 AU phone bill, £6.30 GMC licence fee (international retention fee), £4.99 medical defence insurance, £5.99 iCloud. Subscriptions: £4.99 Netflix, £4.99 Spotify, £4.99 Disney+, £1.99 NY Times, £2.99 Deliciously Ella app, £33 ClassPass.

Did you participate in any form of higher education? If yes, how did you pay for it?
Yes, I went to medical school for five years. I paid for the first four years with minimum maintenance loan and standard tuition fee loan, and then the final year is subsidised by the NHS. We received a £100/month bursary during this year and an extra £100 from our uni for travel fees during placement. My parents helped me with living costs and I worked during summers and throughout COVID to pay for holidays with friends/a car. 

Growing up, what kind of conversations did you have about money?
My parents are both extremely hardworking and have always been careful to educate me and my sibling on good spending practices. Both of them have always worked full-time and open conversations about money weren’t unusual growing up — like when we were in a more frugal period after a big holiday, for example. I am very grateful to have been in a very stable financial position throughout my childhood and I know if I did get into any trouble, my parents would be there as a safety net. 

If you have, when did you move out of your parents’/guardians’ house?
I moved out at 18, worked most summers and only returned with my partner, J, for a five-month period last year to save money before the big move to Australia. 

At what age did you become financially responsible for yourself? Does anyone else cover any aspects of your financial life?
I’d say when I started working as a doctor in 2021 is when I became fully responsible for rent, bills, etc. Currently, my parents very kindly help me pay for therapy (it is very expensive here). 

What was your first job and why did you get it?
My first job was at a summer camp for children with additional needs. It didn’t pay much but the novelty of having my own paycheque was very exciting. Lord knows what I spent the money on. 

Do you worry about money now?
I would say I do and I don’t. I am pretty cautious with spending on things like clothes (I rent for big events, and Depop/charity shop the rest), makeup and beauty treatments but I love eating out so I spend a fair amount in that respect. I worry about the cost of buying a house when/if we come home, and how we can save for this day to day (I worry about lifestyle creep here in particular). In general, I would say I have a fairly balanced approach to money but could probably be more savings-focused if pushed. 

Do you or have you ever received passive or inherited income?
Yes, I received £10,000 when my lovely, gorgeous, brilliant grandma passed away in 2021 — but I’d give it all back a thousand times over for one more day with her. We also both received £5,000 from the government when we moved to Australia as part of a relocation fee for skilled workers — a policy which has since been discontinued.

Day One

9 a.m. — Get home from my night shift, absolutely exhausted. This is my fourth out of five 12-hour night shifts and I am so ready to be finished. My partner, J, is on a trip out of state for a few days, so a lonely snack of toast, then to bed. 

4 p.m. — A groggy wake-up to my alarm, feeling very disorientated. Have a coffee and watch trash TV, then make myself breakfast/lunch/dinner/unclassifiable meal of a home-baked baguette (my new hyperfixation) with avo smash and random bits of salad.  

6 p.m. — Head out for a very sluggish run. It is 35 degrees today and although I normally love a hot run, this does not feel good given my lack of sleep. I slowly manage 7k. Quickly nip to the shop for a protein bar and some fruit to take to work, as well as oat milk, £6.20.

7:30 p.m. — Quick shower and get ready, featuring a mini panic attack because my contact lenses aren’t going in or staying in right (IYKYK). Rush to work, paying the motorway toll on the way via direct debit,£3.50. 

8 p.m. — Arrive at work. Do the night ward round of our patients, generate various jobs — ordering scans, changing medications, discussing patients with other specialties. I get shouted at by the radiographers for being too vague on my request for a CT scan, which in hindsight I realise is fair. My team this week has been great so we have a chilled night and I feel so grateful. 

11:30 p.m. — Feeling peckish so I buy some unnecessary popcorn from the vending machine to add to my copious amount of snacks, £2.

2 a.m. — Another food break, this time it’s the ward stash of Freddos with my overnight oats, yum. Nutrition falls by the wayside on nights, unfortunately…

Total: £11.70

Day Two

8:30 a.m. — Finish the shift and it only takes me 25 minutes to get home — Sunday morning traffic is the actual dream. Avoid the toll road this time. Get home, toast round, then head to bed. You’re supposed to wait up as late as possible on the last day of nights to get your circadian rhythm back but my body literally can’t do it, so I succumb because I am weak. 

4 p.m. — Wake up very bleary-eyed and have a coffee. J returned at some point during my sleep (shoutout to Loop earplugs, the real MVP) so we chat about his trip. Eat another bake-at-home baguette (I am SO boring but my taste buds are funky after all these nights so I need plain carbs).

6 p.m. — Have a shower and get ready as we’re going to see Peggy Gou tonight with some friends. We bought the tickets a while back and I am so excited! 

8 p.m. — Walk to the venue in the Botanic Gardens — it’s such a cool space, open air with a gorgeous view of the city in the background. J buys us some drinks — vodka soda limes for me and beers for him. Try to meet our friends who are here but it’s obviously impossible so we just find a space in the crowd and settle in. 

11 p.m. — Peggy closes with “Starry Night” (what else). The rest of her set was amazing, she’s so cool and gorgeous — I definitely fancy her a bit. Walk back as it’s only around 15 minutes from ours and it’s a balmy evening. 

12 a.m. — Debrief over a tea and some snacks, and watch the final episode of Rivals (cry, what a show). Bedtime.

Total: £0

Day Three

9 a.m. — I’m off today, finally! I have a lovely sleep after a long, long week. Have a coffee, watch the news (no offence @Australia but your news channels suck, I miss BBC News so much). Get a notification that my screen time last week averaged two hours so I feel excessively self-righteous for a while. Show off to J about this and he decides to delete Instagram. I join him in solidarity. 

10:30 a.m. — Out for a run, listen to my favourite podcast (shoutout The Girls Bathroom) and do around 8k, ending at the market for some yummy bits. I buy fresh bread, some overpriced Loewe tomatoes, more oat milk, blueberries and fancy Italian tuna for J, £14.71. 

11:30 a.m. — Slip and fall into an op shop (charity shop) en route home, buy a cute tank top for £6.

12 p.m. — Rush home as our rental agent is coming to take photos for the website so I quickly run around cleaning up. She comes, takes a few photos which she’ll probably photoshop anyway, and leaves. Make a lunch of aforementioned bread, avo and grilled tomatoes. J has aforementioned tuna in a salad. 

2 p.m. — Do some life admin, a bit of revision for an exam I’m doing in 2025 and book a workout class on ClassPass for later.

4:45 p.m. — Low-key die in the class, it’s strength and conditioning-focused and I am consistently embarrassed by my lack of upper body strength. I vow to get stronger. Pick up some dinner bits at the shop on the way home: veg, yoghurt, herbs and some ice cream, £15.60. 

7 p.m. — Have a solo dinner as J is out with a friend. Make a gorgeous Nigel Slater (king) roasted butternut squash and aubergine dish with excessive amounts of tahini (my fave). 
 
8:15 p.m. — Have a therapy session (pre-paid) and feel fairly overwhelmed by it. I’m very new to therapy and had a bad experience with my first therapist a few months ago. I really like my new therapist though and am so grateful to be able to do this. 

10 p.m. — J comes home, we have our nightly sweet treat (I don’t make the rules) of ice cream and discuss his evening. Fruitlessly flick around trying to find something to watch, lose patience and go to bed. 

Total: £36.31

Day Four

9:50 a.m. — Another lovely sleep-in. J has gone to play tennis with a friend in our building. Slow wake-up, have some yoghurt and fruit for breakfast. The rasps have seen better days so make a mental note to purchase more later. 

11 a.m. — Out for a run, it’s a glorious morning. Get a coffee on the way back, £2.50. I get an oat “long black”, which I’m still getting used to after almost a year — Americanos don’t exist here?

12 p.m. — Nip into the shop (it’s so bad how much we go but there’s a large supermarket near our building and both of us aren’t home enough in the week to justify a big shop without things going off). I get hand wash, salad for lunch, strawberries as they’re in season and ice lollies, £12.64. 

2:45 p.m. — Have a sports massage booked this afternoon. I’ve never had one before but I’ve randomly been getting calf pain and what I thought was ITB syndrome turns out to be…hello, piriformis syndrome! The physio went off piste and decided to do some cupping too. Overall a great experience, would recommend, £40.

5 p.m. — I have some more issues with said contact lenses. Hyperventilating, excess sweating and a tear or two later I decide I am going to try a more expensive brand to avoid this in future, £30

6:45 p.m. — Head out for drinks and dinner with friends of ours from London who also moved when we did. An hour’s walk there as it’s a gorgeous day so no transport cost. I get a paloma and a mezcal margarita and share a few rounds of tacos/small plates, £46.30 for my share.  

9 p.m. — Get an Uber home, J pays. 

10 p.m. — Home, bed. 

Total: £131.44

Day Five

9 a.m. — Wake up, coffee. I’m on a night shift tonight (I swapped with a colleague so I could go to Peggy Gou) so it’s a bit of a strange work week for me. Not waking up and checking IG is so nice. I read the news and window shop online. 

11 a.m. — Do a bit of work for my exam. Window shopping turns to actual shopping and I buy some new running shorts which are on sale (I know I said I mostly charity shop but I draw the line at active wear), £30.

12 p.m. — Head out for a run, a short one this time as I need to conserve energy for this evening. 

4:30 p.m. — I was going to attempt a nap but my new contacts have been delivered to the post office so I go and collect them and post a very late postcard to an elderly relative in Wales (from a recent trip to New Zealand),£1.50. 

7:30 p.m. — Home and prep my overnight oats and get dressed. The new contacts are a dream…and now I’m sad because they’re expensive and I have tasted the good life. Leave for work, pay the toll en route, £3. 

8 p.m. — Arrive at work, take handover from the day team and start the night ward round. The unit is busy today and we’re expecting a few incoming patients from other smaller hospitals, so the first half of the shift goes by very quickly. 

2 a.m. — Buy an oat macchiato from the night shift coffee van (great perk), £2.50. 

Total: £37

Day Six

9 a.m. — Drive home. Weekday traffic is not it and I realise my road rage is out of control. Quick slice of toast with peanut butter (crunchy) and a glass of oat milk (I wasn’t lying) and to bed for a few hours.

2 p.m. — Wake up early as it’s only the one shift before I’m back on a day shift tomorrow and I don’t want to do myself too dirty. I head out for a very short run. 

2:30 p.m. — Book some tickets for an event with a few of my friends in a couple of weeks, £12.40. 

3:30 p.m. — Home, food and shower. J and I get ready to go for an evening of sailing! I grew up sailing and I miss it so much now I’m not in Europe, so I signed up for an initiative to get healthcare workers into sailing to benefit our (often shoddy) mental health. This is our first time and they’ve listed me as an experienced sailor, which is fairly rogue but I’ll take it. It’s also super hot today (34 degrees) so it’ll be amazing to get out on the water. It’s also free, yay! 

5 p.m. — Sailing was so much fun! Such good vibes. There wasn’t loads of wind so no record-breaking sailing but it was such a gorgeous day and we met some really lovely people. We will definitely be back. Grab a drink with everyone after, £7 for my Aperol.  
 
11 p.m. — Home and to bed as I’m up early tomorrow. See that an annual subscription fee for an online portfolio I need for work has come out of my account, £47.50. 

Total: £66.90

Day Seven

7 a.m. — Wake up as I’m on a day shift today (8am-8pm) so I better get moving. I am very late so make a quick coffee to go despite not being able to find the lid for my KeepCup. Playing with fire today. 

7:30 a.m. — Get the metro to work, £5.50. It’s ludicrous how expensive the metro is — it’s cheaper to drive and therefore also terrible for the environment. Read some of my book en route (Intermezzo by Sally Rooney).

8 a.m. — Take morning handover, do the ward round, update families, speak with other specialties. The consultant very kindly buys us coffee after the rounds. 

1 p.m. — Buy some lunch from the hospital cafeteria, it’s so expensive but the food is so so good. I’m lazy and it’s payday so I buy a hot smoked salmon salad and some popcorn, which is delicious, £10. 

2 p.m. — Do some more jobs from the round. Buy a pot of fruit, £3.50. Drink copious amounts of ward tea (it always amazes me how the Aussie doctors don’t drink tea all day, one of the few things I miss about the NHS). A very sick patient gets admitted to the unit so we are very busy trying to sort them out for a few hours. 

8 p.m. — Leave work slightly late but I was doing a fun procedure so I don’t mind. Sprint to get the last fast train at the station, feel very pleased with myself for making it in time. Metro costs me £5.50. 

9 p.m. — Collect some Thai food from our favourite spot as we really cannot be bothered cooking, oops. Prawn stir fry for me, £16.34. I also buy some ice cream and strawberries on the way home, £7.50.

10:30 p.m. — Watch some Industry. We recently restarted after sacking it off when it first came out in the UK, but we’re actually enjoying it loads more this time.

11:30 p.m. — Bedtime, yay.

Total: £48.34 

The Breakdown

Food & Drink: £146.79
Clothes & Beauty: £36 
Home & Health: £70
Entertainment: £12.40
Travel: £17.50
Other: £49

Total: £331.69

Conclusion

“This was a very strange work week for me and I don’t tend to spend much on nights, which may make it seem falsely frugal (does it? Probably not). My biggest spend being  food is definitely reflective of a normal week, though I would probably normally go out with friends more, which would involve spending more on transport and drinks etc. Usually J and I would have a date night, which can often be fairly spenny too. The sports massage was a massive treat (lifestyle creep incoming) but I would maybe get my nails done instead, which probably cancels this out. No large bills or speeding fines (looking at you, last week) were due, which could send my week’s spending much higher. The sailing is a great, almost 100% cost-free hobby which I hope will continue now we’re coming into summer (when my work schedule allows).

I definitely need to go to the supermarket less and meal-prep more, which is a New Year’s resolution. Keeping a diary has also made me reflect on my job and the toll it takes on my general wellbeing but that’s a whole different rabbit hole we won’t go down. Regular saving with a standing order is something I want to start doing; at the moment I tend to bulk save into my ISA/savings accounts, which is fine but I’d like to be more consistent, and I often see that others on Money Diaries do this every month. Overall, it was great tracking my spending and I will do it regularly going forward!”

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