Millions were made in that minting year of 2023.
We found two King Charles III pound coins in our change yesterday, so you have the pair for twenty grand.
Deal?Anyway. Monday.
We are trying to get to normality, difficult when the gym doesn't open until eight, but Monday was a rest day, anyway, so no phys.
Instead we went to Tesco to get some much needed supplies.
Stuff. Coffee, muesli, butter, bread and yogurt.
That was £105.
And was a struggle to get round, as the day before I managed to knack my back tying the laces on my left trainer.
It had eased somewhat, but all chair designers seem to incorporate in their chairs, a part that presses right on the place where the pain was.
I was in no mood to do much. Other than laze around the house listening to music and or watching videos on that YouTube.
Jools went out in the car. I stayed back shifting uncomfortably in my office chair.
Talking of which, we tightened up the nuts and bolts on it later, and is like a new chair. At least the seat's not at a rakish angle now.
And so another lazy day betwixt Christmas and New Year played out. And not being a holiday, there wasn't any football until six in the evening.
Lunch/dinner, eaten at just after two, is hash, made using another new frying pan, after I gave up with the stainless steel one. And no issue with the non-stick. I figured we have so much forever chemicals inside us, another non-stick pan can't do much more damage.
Anyway, the potatoes not only didn't stick, but we all wonderfully crispy, so I dished up and we ate well whilst listening to Desert Island Discs.
And then football: top of the table clash between Coventry and Ipswich, which was a fine game, won by Town 2-0, meaning they had put five past the Sky Blues in two games this month, with no reply.
Then, Norwich not on TV, so I follow via the radio, and are undone by a last minute goal against Watford at home.
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