Spilt Milk

Thalia spilt some milk on the sofa today, and the last thing we really want on the sofa when it's 44 degrees is some mouldering milk. So we took the covers off to wash...

Under the cushions was the requisite smattering of small change and a pen or two. Rod shoved his hand down the side of the sofa, and pulled out another handful of change. But then he turned the sofa on its side, and shook. There was the tinkling of metal on metal... it sounded like standing next to a slot machine at Burswood Casino... so Rod shoved his hand down the side of the sofa again.

We found: the front door key Rod's been looking for for the past two weeks, a few more pens, two hairbands, 97 Indian rupees, £11.44 in British money, 32 US cents, half a Euro and one Thai ringgit. Crying over spilt milk? No way - we're rich!