Am I about to make enemies?

My card this week is the 6 of Clubs and my assignment is to tackle my coins. Silver and bronze bits of metal lurk in almost every coat pocket and bag I own — and I have many. The reason why I leave them there is because the jars and containers I usually reserve for coinage are filled to the brim.

This photograph is just the beginning of the pots of money stashed around my room.

I once dumped as many coins as I could into a sturdy bag and delivered them to the homeless man who sat on the corner of the street where I lived at the time. While I’m sure he was genuinely hard-up, he still wasn’t all that happy to receive my donation. A week or so later he apologized to me. He said he appreciated that I’d left in plenty of pound coins and 50p pieces, but really no one likes copper even if they really, really need it, do they?

No.

And so my assignment this week is to get rid of ALL MY COINS … or at least the UK ones, I’ll have to worry about the Euros and US cents some other time.