Nae kwitch here

Not finding fawning peasantry a congenial role, we struck out to find an absence of TV.

We took a kwitch-free picnic (*) and sat by the sea listening to the waves breaking on the shore, breathing deeply.

Later we antiqued, commissioned a made to measure Georgian mantelpiece, picked up some trivia, and bought a late 1700s map by Herman Moll.

This blip is among the trivia. You turn the wheels to convert any £sd amount to or from decimal. Decimalisation was my first job as a computer programmer, and by the time I’d finished I’d had quite enough of dividing numbers by twenty and twelve to get old pence, then multiplying those by 100/240 to arrive at New Pence.

More fun things to do were found later, which is how I found myself up against the Mafia, but that’s another story.

(*) Many years ago we were in a French autoroute service area for a quick coffee. A Shearings coach came in, and a Lancashire pensioner pointed to a quiche and said “look Gladys, it’s one of them kwitch things”. It’s been kwitch in our house ever since.