Last night I was in a small Eastern European city with my father and stepsister. We were going around places to eat, but I was having trouble paying. We had drinks of some kind at one outdoor stall, and I was looking through these unfamiliar currencies in my wallet. I thought I had large notes but it turned out they were in another currency, from a neighbouring country, and I had only a few dram, which is what I needed (we were in Armenia?). The stall-keeper explained it to me and the light dawned and we moved on to a place that served us a lovely meal - just hard bread rolls with cheese and ham and pickles, all delicious - but I was faintly conscious that I hadn't actually paid the last woman yet, and that I may not have enough for this meal.

All the while my father was with us but sitting away at a different table, not eating, maybe because he didn't have enough money, and complaining about - everyone?