Because it is cold and wet I am also wearing a woolly jumper in my mother's racing colours (the cross of Lorrain in yellow on a dark green background). She had no further use for it and passed it on.
I look like an elderly jockey. And if I take off a layer I look like an elderly barman.
It amuses me.
OK, I probably wouldn't wear these things on the street, but why throw them out when they're still perfectly serviceable?
I don't like getting rid of stuff. If I didn't have Ailz to keep me in order this house would be piled floor to ceiling with things that "might come in useful one of these days".
