We had a suitcase that we kept the dressing-up clothes in, not fancy bought costumes but old dresses, tatty high heels, a moth-eaten fur wrap - that kind of thing. It was all due to be thrown out.
The day before the bin men came, I went to a lane sale - "useful" furniture, bedding etc from house clearances, displayed and sold in the lane behing Lyon and Turnbull's saleroom. I poked around the stuff, but bought nothing. Then, on the way home, I became aware of various itches and realised that I had picked up a lodger or two from something. At home, I stripped off in the bathroom, and found several fleas. I showered and put on clean clothes. What I had been wearing was all fairly old, and probably contained more livestock, so I added everything to the suitcase of dressing-up clothes and put it outside with the bins. Just after I went in, I noticed a bloke on a bicycle. He slowed at my house, looked up and down the street, then picked up the case and pedalled off fast with it on his handlebars. I think he would soon be itching to give it back!