It was bitterly cold, but so far, no snow.

Driving home from a night at the dog racing track was a cold but pleasant affair knowing that I had winnings in my pocket ... 
... er, hang on, no, the euphoria has blinded my perception; my wife Jay had them in her pocket, which, thinking about it, is usually where all of my winnings end up. 
Damn, I wonder what I could have bought for that £8.10?