Sat in the cab on the way to the airport, we stopped off at a cash machine to draw out some money to actually pay the driver.
I collected my funds, got back in the taxi and opened my wallet to put the notes in.
“Ha”, I said to my American wife as I wedged the English tenners next to the US Dollars already in there, “this money is like us”.
In a strange, romantic way it made me think of us, together in this wallet we call life.
She peered at the notes and said “What, pale?”
It’s true, we really need this holiday.