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I sorted out our huge pile of coins in the weekend – you know, the jar or bowl or set of scales (shut up) where you throw your spare change as you come in the door. I even have the little official plastic bags from the bank (as otherwise they charge you $10 to count your money, when counting money is surely their job. In fact, their CALLING.) Anyway, the state of Victoria is suffering a coin shortage. It is entirely our fault. We had over $100 in silver coins, not to mention the $1 and $2 shrapnel. Yes, this is ridiculous. I agree. When charity collectors come to the door, they are greeted with feverish enthusiasm and great handfuls of coins are thrust at them. Unfortunately this doesn’t happen very often. The dogs, you know. Charity collectors are their natural enemies. They also make short work of small children selling raffle tickets or chocolates. However we don’t see much of this: our suburb, although once working class, is now too expensive for children and no one can afford the upkeep on Mackenzie and Emily as well as the renovated brick Victorian. Oh well. Their loss is the poker kitty bank account’s gain.