I nearly cried over my daughter dropping 50p down the drain on her way back from the shop this morning. 50 sodding pence. Not cos of what it is, it's just a 50p coin FFS, but cos of what it meant. It's hard telling a kid "it's okay, accidents happen, it's only 50p" when on the inside I'm reeling cos that loss now means we can't afford bread next week. The change from today's bread, she went to shop with a £2 coin and bread costs £1.30 so she only came back with 20p meaning we've 80p in my purse. Not enough for bread next week. Not the end of the world but still worthy of upset (-funny, the saying about not crying over spilt milk is less meaningful when essentials cost so much).
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