My son arrived back from work, even later than usual having agreed to pick up something largish from a store and take it to someone after work in his van. He turned up on our doorstep wearing a brand spanking new black faux-leather biker jacket and carrying three shopping bags full of clothes and shoes, some new but most lightly worn and smelling of someone-else's laundry liquid. Apparently they were a thankyou for doing the delivery, and I'm assured the guy is legit because he works for the council. I'm not entirely convinced of the logic of that and can only assume the guy has recently done a house clearance for someone, maybe a relative, and thinks my son is a worthy recipient of some of the spoils, even if most of the stuff is too small for him. There are some brand new socks still in the wrapper, though the used Y-fronts are destined for the bin because I don't think any of us are quite that desperate.
I now have a cute black jacket and an apple-green lambs-wool V-neck jersey. My son has the faux-leather biker jacket, a red Marlboro padded winter jacket and a nearly-new pair of Nikes. And I guess the rest will be offered around his workmates in the morning.
I look back and think that clothes used to be so hard to get, and now they show up by the bag-full and I have so many donated shoes that I didn't even bother to try on any of the pairs in the bag even though they looked useful.
It's a strange world...
I'm currently testing the jersey and I'll add a photo of the jacket if I can persuade my son to take one later...
Edit - worked cancelled so he showed up, though he's hiding behind his balaclava 'cos he doesn't like having his photo taken.
And me testing the V-neck jersey, with Rosa because wants to join in the fun...
My son says I look like I belong to the Weasley family in it, which I'm taking as a compliment...