I saw the green and mustard yellow glug jug and made a grab for it.

“How much is this?” I asked.

“£18.”

“It’s a bit chipped. Please could I give you £5?”

“OK.”

The woman next to me cast an angry glare. “You know full well that a glug jug of that calibre is worth at least £60 – and it isn’t chipped either” she complained.

I didn’t care. I’d already paid for it, and it was mine, all mine.