A few weeks ago, at a presentation night at Sedgefield racecourse, I
used the only banknote in my wallet, a twenty, to pay for a round of drinks
costing less than a tenner, but when I returned home and emptied my pockets I found
only small change, leading me to curse first the barman for short-changing me
and second myself for not even noticing; however tonight, out for a meal with
friends, I noticed a rustle in the breast pocket of my freshly washed and
ironed shirt, eased out a wan, rather flat, folded over, ten pound note, and
silently mouthed an apology to the racecourse barman.
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