The Blotted Copybook

Oh dear.

I watched TV, I ate the curry that Julia had made. I watched The Great British Sewing Bee. Then, having listed the jobs I needed to do, I fell asleep. When I awoke it was too late to finish the shopping and when it arrives there will be no bread. More annoyingly, because I have failed to make it to the minimum order level, I will have to pay a £4 surcharge.

The moral is clear – order earlier. The secondary moral is that it doesn’t matter. We can buy bread seperately and £4 isn’t enough to worry about, It’s annoying but it won’t break me.

It wasn’t the only blot on my copybook, I failed to post a second time, as I intended. Then, having dragged myself from my sleep at 1 am I proceeded to make sandwiches and after that,  foolishly, sat down for a few minutes at the computer. Over an hour passed. I am closer to completing some submissions (everything seems to be dragging at the moment) but I am also late to bed, which will mean more sleep-based problems tomorrow.

Dream sequence of a clock, hands turning quickly…

Fourteen hours later. I am in trouble for passing the boss a phone call which I could have handled.

Stephen Hawking 50p

“I’ve already had a dozen like it,” I said, “and if I hadn’t passed it over to you I’d have ben rude to him.”

“I was rude to him.”

“Yes,” I said, “but I’m paid to be polite and I have reached breaking point.”

I then had another dozen, but that one pass saved my manners and the day passed off without incident. It was close though. I don’t know why people think a coin from the 1980s is of any value, or why a 50p that you can pull out of your change would be worth £6,000.  If you could pull a £6,000 coin out of your change, do they think I’d be sitting in the windowless middle room of a shop answering their calls.

I don’t mind the enquiries, it’s sensible for people to ring up after seeing yet another outrageously inaccurate story in the press. It’s the ones that clearly don’t believe me that get on my nerves. I once offered a woman a selection of coins for £2.50 each. She didn’t buy them. But she did want me to buy hers for £3,000, and left the shop chuntering about me knowing nothing.

Again, did she think I’d be standing there serving her if I could buy five coins for £12.50 and turn them into £15,000.  If I could make that sort of money every day I’d stay at home and employ a butler to go down to the shop and insult customers.

1973 50p

26 thoughts on “The Blotted Copybook

  1. Anonymous

    LOL This is so true. Whatever you own is always worth way more to you than to anyone else. Bless your little tortured heart.

      1. quercuscommunity Post author

        Yes, I’ve noticed several comments from either “Someone” or “Anonymous” (often accompanied by notes like yours ). Seems like cookie clearing is becoming a big thing. 🙂

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      I already have several, but thank you for the offer. 🙂 Yes, ten bob was something worth having. Half a crown, in fact, was something worth having. Ah, the good old days…

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      It was issued to mark us joining the EEC. Nine hands for nine members. It is no longer in circulation because we moved over to smaller coins. It was the first decimal commemorative coin, in the days we did one every few years.

      last year, we had 3 dinosaurs, Christopher Robin, Piglet, Peter Rabbit,, Diversity and Leaving the EU. That’s eight 50ps in one year, plus a David Bowie £5 and I don’t know what else. It is becoming ridiculous.


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