Every day my beloved comes home from a hard day in the salt mines and empties all the change out of his pockets into a jar. When the jar is full, he gets another jar and starts again. This, dear friends, drives me nuts. There is enough coins in jars around the house to end poverty .... or buy shoes. (yes, I'm shallow, I don't know how I live with myself)
The jar in this photo is special. These are the coins he emptied out of his pockets while he was a smelly backpacker travelling the world.
It was only while I laying on the floor taking the photo I realised the double meaning of change these coins represent. Many of these coins don't exist anymore. They are pre-Euro and have been phased out of the economy. Other coins are from Eastern European countries which are now very different from those which existed in the 1980's. This jar holds our own little piece of history. I guess I won't be buying shoes with this lot.
Note: while lying on the floor taking the photo I also noticed how grubby the carpet is. Thankfully I managed to edit out the worst bits.
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