Gibraltar £20 Coin 2016
I worked today because I’m having tomorrow off to go to the Urology Department. I look forward to these visits more than I do the dentist but less than most other things. Tomorrow is unlikely to rate higher than “Could Do Better” in the Great Book of Life.
Today wasn’t an outstandingly successful day either, though it beats having to take your trousers down for the doctor.
Dylan Thomas £5 coin Alderney
We had an above average number of calls about “rare” coins. None of them qualified for that description, apart from a Maundy set. Unfortunately, the set had been badly treated in life, finally ending up at a recycling facility. This is one of the worst sets we have ever had, and comes with one of the strangest stories. That’s really what coin collecting is about – the stories. As four bits of metal a Maundy set is quite dull. Add the story of Royal Maundy and it starts to come to life. Then throw in the story about it being retrieved from a bin and it almost becomes an epic . . .
OK, maybe “epic” is overdoing it.
Coin of Cabinda
I have found the contact details for the Numismatic Society in Peterborough (definitely the one in Cambridgeshire rather than Ontario) so I will have something to do when we move. Julia, for some reason, doesn’t seem as keen on joining as I am. I may have to buy her a cross-stitch kit so she has something to do while I’m out. The devil makes work for idle hands and if I leave her too long she is bound to move something and I won’t be able to find it next time I need it. Edit – I seem to have originally written “ideal hands”.
Penguins on Falklands 50p coin
That sounds painful.
Fortunately it was in the days when I had work-toughened hands and it went through the hard skin at the tip – another millimetre one way and it would have missed, one millimetre the other way and it definitely would have hurt. 🙂 .
I never tried learning to cross stitch. Many things are on my bucket list. 🙂
🙂 I really must see about a bucket list. All I have is a vague list of random ideas.
Cross stitch is the way to go. It kept me off smoking and drinking.
I suppose it’ a case of each to his own. My attempts at needlework have been confined to reenactment costumes and have included blackwork and stitching my finger tip to a leather jerkin. I was using a machine at the time, even I’m not stupid enough to do it by hand.