Sale...

I'm not entirely sure what sparked it or what was going on but there was some sort of competition with the girl next door to see who could make the most money or something.

Ewan's attempt was to collect wee trinckety things from the house, in a box and sell them for 50pence each.  I sent him back to come with a slightly more alluring business plan.  Attempt two was paper airplane lessons.  He was after 50p a pop again but I managed to barter him down to 20p which seemed a fairer price for services rendered.