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My Dear Chap,

Today I went to see Lovely Osteopath. There was nothing really wrong with me. At least not this week. When I emailed her just after the new year I was feeling rubbish.

It seemed worth going along anyway, just to have her check out my neck. She seemed to have helped my headaches last year, so having her inflict pain on me by digging in to my shoulders periodically seems sensible.

When I paid her she asked me if I was used to the new £5 yet. I replied I wasn't but that as an old sod, I really shouldn't be expected to.

"I'm still having issues with the pound coin," I added. 

That was partly a joke, but only partly. I kind of miss the pound note. I also wish they would bring back those MASSIVE fivers. The ones you see in old films that you had to unfold like an Odnance Survey map.

I'm not sure why I would like that. I think it's because it would make money sort of groovy and fun again, and not just something that you throw in the Sainsbury's automatic checkout while it complains about "surprising item in the bagging area!"

It's not that I'm an old bugger. Well all right I am. But in this case I think I would just like money to be fun again. Somehow having a fiver you can leave in your pants and run through the wash seems unromantic and practical. That's no fun at all.

El P.