Copper, No Silver

I managed to count out ninety eight pence in copper. No silver. That’s a luxury at the moment. Only the dull and dirty copper stained green, blue and black. Its become a sad state of affairs recently. Where I have to walk twice as far to the local shop because I owe fifty pence to the closest and my self-loathing and pity stops me going in there. I just need milk and bread and that will get me through the day. I bought tea bags yesterday. Sugar the day before. I have no butter but stole some Strawberry Jam. Each day I figure if I search all and everywhere I will find enough loose change to get me through the next day.