a bag came through the door – from the British Heart Foundation, I think – asking us to fill it with “clothes and bric a brac” for their charity shop.
given that I had been cruelly encouraged by kalunina to buy a load of new clothes at the weekend, I decided to have a sort out.
four bags of clothes, and a box of shoes (yes! throwing away shoes!) for BHF, and a bag of stuff that really couldn’t be given to anyone. Even Pete shed some of his beloved, but ancient and worn out, shirts, and a couple of suits.
now there’s loads of room on the clothes racks, so I can go and shop some more!