So today I went to pick up some Yuan from the post office in Northampton. I get to the post office, and I'm enjoying my Oliver Adams cup of tea and Oliver Adams apple dough-nut whilst waiting for the foreign exchange clerk.
She arrives.
I ask her for the Yuan I have ordered.
She doesn't have any Yuan.
I am adamant that I stood in the very same spot and ordered £400 worth of Yuan.
She doesn't have any.
I panic...
...then I remember that actually, I'm not in the wrong spot, talking to the wrong person, or even on the wrong day...
...I'm asking for the wrong currency. HK$ were from the Post Office and I must pick up the Yuan from Thomas Cook in Kettering.
So I ask myself: How will I even begin to cope in China when I can't even cope in England?
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