Tulip counted the coins in her pocket, silently with her fingers on the outside of her jeans and feeling them through the denim. One 50p, she could feel. A 10p. Careful not to clack them and make a sound. Another 10p. And another. Or was that the other 10p again? Hard to tell. Could have been a 2p to be honest. But those are bigger. There was definitely a 50p. Oh and there’s a 10p. And a couple of five penny pieces.  That’ll be enough.