CAROLYN took the boys into McDonald’s at Victoria railway station Street this afternoon, just after I’d left her to make my way to the Commons.

She bought them a strawberry shake each and handed over a ten pound note.

“We don’t take foreign money,” said the man behind the counter.

“It’s a Scottish ten pound note,” replied Carolyn.

“We don’t take foreign money,” restated the moron.

“Get me your manager,” said Carolyn, and he duly sloped off to speak with one of his supervisors, who directed him to someone else who was obviously more senior.

Then he returned and, without uttering a word of apology or acknowledgment that he had got it wrong, took the tenner and completed the transaction.

I thought this kind of stupidity had disappeared in the seventies – depressing to see it rear its arrogant, ignorant head again in the 21st century.

A Scottish tenner yesterday