m is for miser
Margery Jackson's strict, orphaned upbringing and the 16 year battle for her inheritance created in her a fear of being penniless. From then on she prized every gold coin that crossed her palm. Spending little on her household victuals and caring even less for her reputation, she stalked Carlisle's streets in ragged garments leading her dog on a length of twine. Yet when she died it took eight hours to count her cash and she was worth nearly £4 million in today's money.