It’s our village Millennium this year - one thousand years since some noblewoman gifted a piece of land and the houses thereon to a monastery. As one of our many celebrations we’ve had a football match this afternoon, the present village team versus village players past and present. It’s been like a fete complete with ice-cream van and burgers and so on.
As my house backs onto the playing field, I was asked to run a power lead out for the burger-van man to run his fridge etc from. Not at all a problem - it’s only a few pence worth of electricity, and I wouldn’t care if it was a few pounds for a village event; many have given more in time and money.
Towards late afternoon I moseyed on over and ordered a burger and a sausage in a bun for my two boys, intending and expecting to pay full whack for them. And then, to my surprise, the burger-van man charges me… half price.
It’s only later that the humour of the situation strikes me - I mean, I don’t know what it’s been worth him in turnover to have mains electricity on tap, but - half price? And I’m like, see the title of the post.
Anyone else been the recipient of less than truly munificent generosity lately?