My penny luck had to turn around one day, and that day was today.
The moment I spotted a 20p on the ground my heart skipped a beat. 20 one penny's in just one silver coin? Could this really be happening to me? I was as excited as a freshly baked gingerbread man - all warm, crunchy and gingery.
As I reached down to pick it up I felt just as the ginger bread man would on Christmas.
Unfortunately a few seconds later I felt just like the above (photographed) broken gingerbread man. Split in two. Not even a head. Only one button smartie. A measly half arm. No hair. No eyes. No nose. NO SMILE. Because....some sly cheeky chappy had SUPER-GLUED the 20p to the pavement - I kid you not.
So that's that. I am, as they say in Gingerbreadman - very.dis.heart.ened.
There will be no more jumping out of the oven in true happy gingerbread man style for me.
I may even have felt worse than this ice-cream