Looking your age in old money...

When I got my hair done the other week, the woman who did the tinting asked me if I was a student.

This does still happen to me every now and again, and even though I recognise it's probably because I am a scruffbag (no offence to students intended) rather than because I radiate youth, I am rather flattered.

This morning however, I went to the Co-op to buy some So Good soya milk for my Rice Krispies. It costs £1.05. That will be a guinea please, said the man behind the counter. I gave him £1.10. A shilling change, he said.

What made him think I would understand that? I'm not that old!

But I did understand it, that's the sad part.

joella