Bargain Price

I didn't have to approach Stewart for a portrait. He beckoned me across himself. He'd obviously just been enjoying some banter at the Polish supermarket. He'd asked how much he was worth and got the answer plastered across his forehead. He thought he might have been valued a little more highly than £1.19, but wasn't complaining. His mate thought that anything above a quid was on the hefty side. "Wouldn't give yer tuppence," he called out. 

I've missed my lunchtime forays into Market Square! The rest of my day was rather dire. I certainly haven't been feeling as good with the world as Stew seemed to be.