That's two bags of vintage clothes delivered to the Oxfam shop.
A fine mist of dust is still floating around the house from yesterday, making everything look like a Vermeer painting. Some of it has settled and I've had the Henry (or rather the Henrietta: I wanted a pink one), out for a dust-slurping adventure.
It's very vacuum-cleaner smelly, because it's a recycled one. I was a bit annoyed when I discovered that a new one would have cost the same amount to buy, but I consoled myself with the fact that there is one less Henry floating around in the Pacific Ocean with all the ancient Duplo and the discarded water-bottles.
Shall I take another couple of bags out? Maybe. I'll have a cup of coffee and make a decision.
Kojak or charity shops?
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