An old brown wool cardigan that DD bought me years ago. It is worn and pilled and utterly scabby, but still warm and comfortable. Every time I put it on, DH says “you look like a tramp in that! When are you going to throw it away?” Well, I look like a tramp in anything I wear, so it ceases to bother me!
Good Morning Sunday 23rd August 2926
Fascinating causes of death 1632


