Penny for 'im

Refusing to carry a sensible bag, Mr E takes his lunch to work in a shopping bag. He seems to always manage to pick the most garish of colours (like a pot of gold he said) and when I pointed out his unsophisticated bright orange lunch was attracting disdainful looks, he told me they were staring at the food inside.

Now Mr E has learnt that at certain times of day (particularly near the close of play) the supermarkets cut the price of certain products and he skulks around the shelves looking for the deals. Just yesterday he found the best of all: packets of cookies going for just 10 pence each. He dug around in his pockets, shook out his coat and couldn’t even find a copper. He refused to miss these tasty treats and tucking them under his arm, he bent himself over and – nose to his knees – he prowled around the shop looking under the shelves for change on the floor. You’d have thought he’d find one… but he was out of luck, and found no pennies to pick up. Unwilling to give up he approached the till with a packet, watched as the cookies were scanned and bashfully offered his card for just a 10p sum.