In my purse at the moment is a penny dated 1979. This penny, forged only eight years after decimilisation, has been passed from hand-to-hand for 35 years. Imagine the stories this penny could tell, the lives it has touched if only for a brief moment. To some, a careless transaction, but to others the difference between going hungry or catching the last bus home. This is the story I wish to tell. But for now, this blog is my story, pieces of a jigsaw along my own journey. From the mundane to the mildly interesting, everything I write here is a snapshot of me.