They're only linked very tangentially.
Essentially, as you know, I've been using my copious supply of loose change to buy shopping. I've been keeping it in a plastic tub in my boot. I pulled out of a junction a bit sharpish earlier this week, and heard a smash and a tinkle.
I said "Oh darn" and "Oh dash" and other words to that effect.
I'd accelerated such that the tub had smacked into the back of my boot, and it had ripped the lid off. Loose change everywhere. I've just been out to collect it all back up and put it back in the tub.
To do that, I have croc-alikes in the back porch as sort of waterproof slippers. It hasn't been the best of temperatures, the porch was cold, the footware was cold and now my feet are only slowly warming up.
It's a case of finding somewhere else (warm) to put them. The tumble dryer is looking inviting...
I hope people read all this, and pray that they can cope if their lives ever get to be this "rock and roll"...
"Follow the money!" - Deepthroat (AKA William Mark Felt Sr - Associate Director of the FBI)
"We were born and raised in a summer haze." Adele 'Someone like you.'
"Blowing your mind, 'cause you know what you'll find, when you're looking for things in the sky." OMD 'Julia's Song'