What would it take for money to be beautiful?

It's strange how random thoughts sometimes stay with you.

Perhaps it was the beautiful September day, or the enthusiasm of the people on the stalls, or the colour. We went to the only garden exhibition we've been able to this year, and the explosion of colours, smells, and enthusiasm for craft and beauty in the shadow of the Malvern Hills just made me smile.

Back to the random thought.

What would it take for money to be beautiful?

We used to repay debts in kind, a reflection of gratitude for the favour bestowed. You help me with my Barn, I'll plough your field. You paint my house, I'll make you a table. It was local, personal, memorable and founded in gratitude, recognition and relationship.

Somewhere along the way, it's become grey, anonymous and sterile. It doesn't reflect in any way what has been done to earn it. I use the same money to pay a gas bill as I do to my child's surgeon.

The consequences of an accident, or worse, negligence, are recognised and paid in money. (In Roman Times, b…