A while ago I took a old shirt of my husband's which I hated but which he wouldn,t get rid of to the charity shop. Abkut a week later he returned from a shopping errand in the village grinning his head off and looking very pleased with himself. "Guess what I found in the charity shop.? This will replace my other one when it wears out,"
Yes, you guessed. It was the same damned shirt I'd got rid of the previous week.
