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Scottish Sun
21-07-2025
- Business
- Scottish Sun
B&M shoppers rush to buy handy home furniture scanning at just £15 instead of £35 – it'll transform your child's room
We reveal how to spot 10p bargains on your next trip to B&M below BARGAIN BUY B&M shoppers rush to buy handy home furniture scanning at just £15 instead of £35 – it'll transform your child's room B&M shoppers are rushing to buy a handy piece of home furniture scanning for just £15 instead of £35. The discounter has slashed the price of the piece ideal for your child's room by 67%. 1 One B&M shopper spotted the bargain buy in their local branch scanning for just £15 Credit: Facebook / B&M Scanner And Other Bargains! Shoppers can pick up the Rainbow nine tub storage unit for the cut-price deal in store, although it might not be in all branches. One eagle-eyed customer found the bargain in their local B&M branch, posting about it on the B&M Scanner and Other Bargains Facebook page. They said: "My bargain of the day, reduced to £25 from £35 but actually scanned at £15 so I brought (sic) two. "Been looking for storage for little ones toys for ages and was reluctant to pay £50 plus for similar. Feeling very chuffed." Shoppers looking to find the storage unit themselves will have to head to their nearest B&M branch as the retailer doesn't offer a home delivery service. You can find your nearest B&M store via B&M says the storage unit should only be used inside while each of the nine tubs can store a maximum of two kilos each. Shoppers can buy it in two colours - Rainbow and Safari. The storage unit also comes with a customer satisfaction policy meaning if you're not happy with it you can return it within 30 days of purchase for a full refund or replacement. You just need to take your proof of purchase, like a receipt, with you. 6 ways to get the biggest bargains in B&M How to find bargains at B&M One of the best ways to find bargains at your local B&M store is by downloading the B&M scanner app. The app lets you use the camera on the your smartphone to scan barcodes and see what the true price of an item is. It can take time, but sometimes products selling for just 10p will show up. The app also offers you a description of the product you are scanning. B&M super shopper Sam Penney also recently revealed her six top tips for bagging a bargain at the discount chain too. The mum-of-two advised customers to look out for red and white stickers on products. These are not used by B&M often, but are worth keeping an eye out for as they are placed on products which have been reduced in price. Sam, who founded the B&M Scanner and Other Bargains Facebook page, also said shoppers will get the best bargains on Wednesday mornings. This is when products are slashed in price by staff. The bargain hunter also said it's worth speaking to B&M workers who can scan items and let you know if something is cheaper than its advertised price label. How to bag a bargain SUN Savers Editor Lana Clements explains how to find a cut-price item and bag a bargain… Sign up to loyalty schemes of the brands that you regularly shop with. Big names regularly offer discounts or special lower prices for members, among other perks. Sales are when you can pick up a real steal. Retailers usually have periodic promotions that tie into payday at the end of the month or Bank Holiday weekends, so keep a lookout and shop when these deals are on. Sign up to mailing lists and you'll also be first to know of special offers. It can be worth following retailers on social media too. When buying online, always do a search for money off codes or vouchers that you can use and are just two sites that round up promotions by retailer. Scanner apps are useful to have on your phone. app has a scanner that you can use to compare prices on branded items when out shopping. Bargain hunters can also use B&M's scanner in the app to find discounts in-store before staff have marked them out. And always check if you can get cashback before paying which in effect means you'll get some of your money back or a discount on the item. Do you have a money problem that needs sorting? Get in touch by emailing money-sm@ Plus, you can join our Sun Money Chats and Tips Facebook group to share your tips and stories
The Age
17-07-2025
- Entertainment
- The Age
We're a nation of oversharers, but no one needs to know this about you
Aussies are world-famous for our stoicism, ironic understatement and wry, dry self-deprecation. A limb could be dangling by one sinew, or a crocodile nibbling on your nether regions, and the reply to 'Are you OK?' would be 'She'll be right' or 'No worries, mate'. Especially the blokes. It used to be the only way to know what was going on inside your average Aussie fella was to do open-heart surgery. But of late, I've noticed, we seem to have become a nation of oversharers. For example, I was happily chatting to a woman in the doctor's waiting room about her love of riding, how it relaxed and thrilled her but could cause chafing. Five minutes later I realised she meant blokes, not horses. Clearly 'equine therapy' for middle-aged women means finding a man who is hung like one. And that's not an isolated incident. Female friends have always traded confessions over smashed avo brunches – but not to the current extent. One gal pal recently shared explicit details about the way she eats strawberries from her lover's body. (At least she's getting one of her 'five a day'.) I'm also privy to which high-powered female executive got down and dirty with the bartender. (Dignity is the only thing alcohol doesn't preserve.) And which circuit judge likes to pick up blokes in the park. (Which explains why she's started dyeing her hair blonde – so men can find her in the dark.) And the fellas are at it, too. Blokes who previously wouldn't even say 'I love you' to the woman who bore their children are suddenly getting down to their emotional undies in a psychological striptease that reveals all. I blame Harry, Meghan, Gwyneth Paltrow and all the other self-obsessed celebs who like to 'sit in their truth'. Previously reserved male pals have taken to confiding their boudoir peccadilloes. A swim-team chum, renowned for his taciturn toughness, recently confessed how much he likes wearing his wife's underwear. I now also know which of my male friends likes to talk dirty (and I don't mean sorting the compost and recycling bins) and those with a penchant for S&M. The thought makes my toes curl; I don't like to be beaten, not even at Monopoly. Surely handcuffs are only acceptable for an undercover police officer? And it's not just friends confessing all. Like the woman I encountered at the doctor, complete strangers are suddenly haemorrhaging every detail of their emotional lives and medical ailments. Apropos of nothing, I've been shown photos of my florist's foot fungus and my barista's armpit boil. I can't even relax at yoga because the instructor keeps divulging details about her 'arousal disorder'. (I don't think she has an arousal disorder; what she has is a job, two kids and a lazy spouse.)
Sydney Morning Herald
17-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Sydney Morning Herald
We're a nation of oversharers, but no one needs to know this about you
Aussies are world-famous for our stoicism, ironic understatement and wry, dry self-deprecation. A limb could be dangling by one sinew, or a crocodile nibbling on your nether regions, and the reply to 'Are you OK?' would be 'She'll be right' or 'No worries, mate'. Especially the blokes. It used to be the only way to know what was going on inside your average Aussie fella was to do open-heart surgery. But of late, I've noticed, we seem to have become a nation of oversharers. For example, I was happily chatting to a woman in the doctor's waiting room about her love of riding, how it relaxed and thrilled her but could cause chafing. Five minutes later I realised she meant blokes, not horses. Clearly 'equine therapy' for middle-aged women means finding a man who is hung like one. And that's not an isolated incident. Female friends have always traded confessions over smashed avo brunches – but not to the current extent. One gal pal recently shared explicit details about the way she eats strawberries from her lover's body. (At least she's getting one of her 'five a day'.) I'm also privy to which high-powered female executive got down and dirty with the bartender. (Dignity is the only thing alcohol doesn't preserve.) And which circuit judge likes to pick up blokes in the park. (Which explains why she's started dyeing her hair blonde – so men can find her in the dark.) And the fellas are at it, too. Blokes who previously wouldn't even say 'I love you' to the woman who bore their children are suddenly getting down to their emotional undies in a psychological striptease that reveals all. I blame Harry, Meghan, Gwyneth Paltrow and all the other self-obsessed celebs who like to 'sit in their truth'. Previously reserved male pals have taken to confiding their boudoir peccadilloes. A swim-team chum, renowned for his taciturn toughness, recently confessed how much he likes wearing his wife's underwear. I now also know which of my male friends likes to talk dirty (and I don't mean sorting the compost and recycling bins) and those with a penchant for S&M. The thought makes my toes curl; I don't like to be beaten, not even at Monopoly. Surely handcuffs are only acceptable for an undercover police officer? And it's not just friends confessing all. Like the woman I encountered at the doctor, complete strangers are suddenly haemorrhaging every detail of their emotional lives and medical ailments. Apropos of nothing, I've been shown photos of my florist's foot fungus and my barista's armpit boil. I can't even relax at yoga because the instructor keeps divulging details about her 'arousal disorder'. (I don't think she has an arousal disorder; what she has is a job, two kids and a lazy spouse.)
Sydney Morning Herald
16-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Sydney Morning Herald
We're a nation of over-sharers, but no one needs to know this about you
Aussies are world-famous for our stoicism, ironic understatement and wry, dry self-deprecation. A limb could be dangling by one sinew, or a crocodile nibbling on your nether regions, and the reply to 'Are you OK?' would be 'She'll be right' or 'No worries, mate'. Especially the blokes. It used to be the only way to know what was going on inside your average Aussie fella was to do open-heart surgery. But of late, I've noticed, we seem to have become a nation of over-sharers. For example, I was happily chatting to a woman in the doctor's waiting room about her love of riding, how it relaxed and thrilled her but could cause chafing. Five minutes later I realised she meant blokes, not horses. Clearly 'equine therapy' for middle-aged women means finding a man who is hung like one. And that's not an isolated incident. Female friends have always traded confessions over smashed avo brunches – but not to the current extent. One gal pal recently shared explicit details about the way she eats strawberries from her lover's body. (At least she's getting one of her 'five a day'.) I'm also privy to which high-powered female executive got down and dirty with the bartender. (Dignity is the only thing alcohol doesn't preserve.) And which circuit judge likes to pick up blokes in the park. (Which explains why she's started dyeing her hair blonde – so men can find her in the dark.) And the fellas are at it, too. Blokes who previously wouldn't even say 'I love you' to the woman who bore their children are suddenly getting down to their emotional undies in a psychological striptease that reveals all. I blame Harry, Meghan, Gwyneth Paltrow and all the other self-obsessed celebs who like to 'sit in their truth'. Previously reserved male pals have taken to confiding their boudoir peccadilloes. A swim-team chum, renowned for his taciturn toughness, recently confessed how much he likes wearing his wife's underwear. I now also know which of my male friends likes to talk dirty (and I don't mean sorting the compost and recycling bins) and those with a penchant for S&M. The thought makes my toes curl; I don't like to be beaten, not even at Monopoly. Surely handcuffs are only acceptable for an undercover police officer? And it's not just friends confessing all. Like the woman I encountered at the doctor, complete strangers are suddenly haemorrhaging every detail of their emotional lives and medical ailments. Apropos of nothing, I've been shown photos of my florist's foot fungus and my barista's armpit boil. I can't even relax at yoga because the instructor keeps divulging details about her 'arousal disorder'. (I don't think she has an arousal disorder; what she has is a job, two kids and a lazy spouse.)
The Age
16-07-2025
- Entertainment
- The Age
We're a nation of over-sharers, but no one needs to know this about you
Aussies are world-famous for our stoicism, ironic understatement and wry, dry self-deprecation. A limb could be dangling by one sinew, or a crocodile nibbling on your nether regions, and the reply to 'Are you OK?' would be 'She'll be right' or 'No worries, mate'. Especially the blokes. It used to be the only way to know what was going on inside your average Aussie fella was to do open-heart surgery. But of late, I've noticed, we seem to have become a nation of over-sharers. For example, I was happily chatting to a woman in the doctor's waiting room about her love of riding, how it relaxed and thrilled her but could cause chafing. Five minutes later I realised she meant blokes, not horses. Clearly 'equine therapy' for middle-aged women means finding a man who is hung like one. And that's not an isolated incident. Female friends have always traded confessions over smashed avo brunches – but not to the current extent. One gal pal recently shared explicit details about the way she eats strawberries from her lover's body. (At least she's getting one of her 'five a day'.) I'm also privy to which high-powered female executive got down and dirty with the bartender. (Dignity is the only thing alcohol doesn't preserve.) And which circuit judge likes to pick up blokes in the park. (Which explains why she's started dyeing her hair blonde – so men can find her in the dark.) And the fellas are at it, too. Blokes who previously wouldn't even say 'I love you' to the woman who bore their children are suddenly getting down to their emotional undies in a psychological striptease that reveals all. I blame Harry, Meghan, Gwyneth Paltrow and all the other self-obsessed celebs who like to 'sit in their truth'. Previously reserved male pals have taken to confiding their boudoir peccadilloes. A swim-team chum, renowned for his taciturn toughness, recently confessed how much he likes wearing his wife's underwear. I now also know which of my male friends likes to talk dirty (and I don't mean sorting the compost and recycling bins) and those with a penchant for S&M. The thought makes my toes curl; I don't like to be beaten, not even at Monopoly. Surely handcuffs are only acceptable for an undercover police officer? And it's not just friends confessing all. Like the woman I encountered at the doctor, complete strangers are suddenly haemorrhaging every detail of their emotional lives and medical ailments. Apropos of nothing, I've been shown photos of my florist's foot fungus and my barista's armpit boil. I can't even relax at yoga because the instructor keeps divulging details about her 'arousal disorder'. (I don't think she has an arousal disorder; what she has is a job, two kids and a lazy spouse.)
