“Here’s some more 5 cent pieces for your little boy” he said.

“And there are some 10 cent pieces too, the shops won’t take them either”.

The coins had been carefully sorted and stashed in two empty tobacco pouches.

“I can’t keep taking this money. It’s the wrong way round. You’re the poor bugger and I’m the comfortable middle-aged woman.” J replied.

“Nah, nah” he said “just give them to your son so he can buy an Xmas present for you”. “Not any more” she said to which he quickly offered “I can be your arts patron”.

“No” she said emphatically “I’ll be your moneychanger, I’ll take your small coins to the bank”.

“All right”, he said with a twinkle in his eye “when I see you coming down the street I can say to people, ‘Here comes my money launderer’.”