Why I love plastic currency: I can find $15 that I’ve put through the washing machine (like I did the other day), and it’s not only intact, it’s unaffected apart from a few drops of water. Shake them off, and it’s ready to spend.
Tomorrow there’s an auction. It’s next door. I might have a look, purely for interest’s sake. The house is lovely, but way beyond my price limit, and too big for what I want. (What? 5 bedrooms? Who’s going to clean them all?) It’s at 11am. If my morning hair is still intact, I’ll just open the bedroom window and listen-in from the comfort of bed. Shouldn’t be too hard to hear. Auctioneers love shouting.