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For visually challenged writers, the image shows lots of trays of British money from coppers to notes.
Money. I hate it, hate being out of touch with it, hate it when people earning tens of thousands say they cannot manage, hate it when the politicians bleed the little guy to fund their expense account and pay rises.
As a kid, I had pocket money to the tune of six shillings (that would be 30p in today’s money) and at 12 when I was having my piano lessons, it was ‘increased’ to £1, but my 14 shilling lesson had to come out of that, so I still had my six bob.
I had a Post Office account and when I’d saved a pound or two, made a deposit into it.
I also had a sweet tooth, so it took a while to save a pound, but I got there, especially if I wanted something in particular.
Everyone bought me Lego for birthdays or Christmas (I’d actually wanted Meccano but they misunderstood), so I made money boxes. I would have separate compartments for notes and coins, but the bigger ones had three: notes, coppers, and silver. There would be various designs, some with slots for the coins to roll down and others had windows to see how my little fund was growing.
It was no surprise then that jobs in my adult life all revolved around money or figures.
I should point out here that in my 6 years and 8 months with the bank as a cashier I only had one cash difference I couldn’t find (which was an iffy £5 claim anyway) and masses of zeros on a bank balance didn’t impress me. The only money that was real was my own, either in my account or my purse, the rest I was purely looking after and took that responsibility very seriously.
As an analyst, it was all money in different currencies with loads of zeros, and I loved it.
On to a slightly different tack, but only briefly, we went shopping today and I was stunned at the increases in some of the basics we buy.
Kitchen rolls were £1.59 for two. They were extra absorbent, didn’t shred when they got wet, and you could mop up without leaving half of it on the worktop.
Price today? £2.09.
Blueberry muffins. I decided to treat Hubby to some muffins which not so long ago were 85p for 4. They are now 95p.
Sandwich Filler: this was a treat for me and has gone up from 99p to £1.15.
I am waiting for breakfast cereals, bread, biscuits, and diary produce to follow suit.
There was a time when food prices would increase by one or two pence, but now you can add a zero to that as it’s ten or twenty. Inflation is on the rise, energy prices are taking off out of all proportion and the smaller firms are going to the wall.