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Penny Club started last year with my good friends Sarah and Ingrid all being finders keepers, eyes down a-ramas, co owners and divisional managers.  I've had some excellent finds with a 50p being a personal favourite. There's been two £5 notes and a £2 coin, lots of pennies and 5p's seem to be the silver of choice. I have given myself a sore neck, mourned lost pennies I never managed to pick up (RIP the Piccadilly two) and found myself being bashed in the bum by a fast pushed shopping trolley as I bent down to pick up a 10p. I kept my balance, it was fine and the pusher of the trolley was apologetic when I said I had dropped £1 of my own. Penny club is tough you must keep your head at all times in all money finding situations and stick to your story. I've found monies in shops, drive thrus, on the street, parks, the beach, under benches, train stations, car parks and a 20p in some forgotten corner in Disley where my sister said it was where people sometimes wee on the wa…

So it's the last few hours of 2015 and now is the time I start to have a little think about what I have done over the past year and what I would like to do better this time round. I have screwed my face up at the stuff I didn't like and wondered how the fuck I made it out of bed some days. I have pondered questions such as 'Do I actually like mince pies anymore?'  'Will I ever pay my credit card off?' 'Will I visit the hat museum in Stockport?' 'Is living in a canal boat the thing that is missing in my life?'  This time last year I wrote a list of all the stuff I wanted to do. I hoped to update it as each month went along and give myself a running commentary about how good I was to do those things. This stopped as abruptly as it started as I realised that I just can't be that efficient and things will start to happen when they need to. My brain works at a peculiar pace. This pace will pick up in times of anxiety and I will then hoover for an …