Let me set the scene. Jane and I were on a two-night stay in a hotel in Weymouth, Dorset, on the south coast of England. We were visiting family we’d not seen since before the covid pandemic.
On the first morning in the hotel, we were getting ready to go out. We were both gathering our stuff together, Jane on one side of the room and me on the side of the bed. I was getting all my camera gear together. I picked up my spectacles case and as I did so, a small coin fell from it onto the bed.
I never keep money loose in such a holder and was a little taken back by how it had got in there. On picking the coin up and looking at it a little closer, it looked like an old sixpence. I had no idea where it could have come from and even fewer ideas about how it got in my glasses pouch.
I mentioned it to Jane, but this was hardly enough of a surprise to stop her from doing whatever it was she was doing. “ Wow, very nice,” she probably said as she put her lippy on!