The Annual Groat

Here's Jack, the Tudor gong shoveller, contemplating pay day. The lord of the manor will give him a single groat  at Lammastide for his year's work clearing the latrines.

"Here's your Groat: Don't spend it all at once my man"

"But my lord, it's the smallest coin in the realm"

"Well, just be careful"


I suppose he could use it to buy one hundred and twenty gallons of beer.




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