I remember playing in the garage at my friend Hannah's house. Her Dad was painting the floor. Taking one tin of leftover paint at a time and brushing a patchwork of colour onto the floor. It was windy outside so Hannah and I were hovering, daring the paint to splash on our shoes. He glanced up at us and smiled - here you go lasses. He sat, half up, and pulled a hand full of change out of his pocket. How much do you get for pocket money? He asked. My Dad didn't live with us anymore so for me the answer was none. But Hannah laughed and said £1! He gave us £1 each. A whole, round gold coin each. We were thrilled and ran off all the way down the hill to the shop to spend it on sweets. I still remember his kindness. And Hannah's cheeky smile, happy that he gave us £2 rather that £1 between us! That was a good day.