A few days ago on my way back from work, I stopped off at a supermarket to do some light shopping. I won’t say which supermarket it was, but it shares its name with a well-known pint-sized Belfast musician who has a reputation for being grumpy and with the late lead singer of a popular American 1960s rock band with pyromanical tendencies. who popped his clogs while in the bath and is now buried in a famous Parisian cemetery.
Anyway, I only had a few things to buy, namely a four-pack of tomatoes, a three-pack of small tins of tuna, a French loaf and some oranges. The total bill came to £4.11. I had notes in my wallet, but wanted to use up the spare change in my pocket if possible. I fished around in my pocket for the change and found I had exactly £4.11 , not a penny more, not a penny less. An amazing coinicidence – or maybe not depending on your point of view. Probably not a particularly interesting anecdote, and for that matter, probably not even worth blogging about. But there you go.