Now there’s a thing. Something I do a lot, especially as I’m of an age to remember pre decimalisation here in the UK, and (sadly) still convert prices back to the old (and considered real) pounds, shillings and pence, or £sd.
I remember this, the thruppenny bit.
Four of these made a shilling, and twenty shillings made a pound, so in those days your pound was worth 240 pennies, not a mere one hundred as it is now. What a con that was!
My Mum used to save them in a green long-necked wine bottle with a flat rounded base which was kept on the piano.
It was not unusual for me to ‘raid it’, not for sweets, but to pay the 6/3d (25 coins at the time which is worth about 31p today) to the insurance man who called every fourth Monday, but never timed it right for when my folks were in.
It wasn’t that they were avoiding him, but Dad was a builder and had to take advantage of good weather and natural light, and Mum was working full time.
I suppose today that might be construed as unprofessional, I mean a man calling on a house where a young girl, not quite a teenager, was alone, but at the time you don’t think of things like that do you?
I remember lots of things about the old currency coinage, we had paper notes (50p was never the same as having a ten bob note in a birthday card), my savings account was with the post office and I had a book, not a piece of plastic, and if you had a pound as pocket money, you were megga rich!
You could do so much with it: a bus ride to the picture house cost you 3d on a Saturday morning for the cartoon show, admittance being sixpence, sweets from the tuck shop at a penny a shot, ice cream at 3d in the interval, and hot dogs, soda pop and pop corn were yet to be on the menu.
Our money has gone full circle though, and next month sees the introduction of the new pound coin.