A mammoth undertaking

I thought that by now I had recycled/donated to charity all of Christopher’s clothes. So I was rather surprised and a bit upset when I came across another stash of them that needed to be dealt with. There were several of his jackets and coats which had been hiding in full view in the hall cupboard ever since he died. I don’t know why I hadn’t spotted them a long time ago. I think I had got it into my head that I’d already dealt with all of his coats – I do remember donating several of them to a homeless shelter, and just assumed that I’d done that to all of them. But when I had a proper look in the hall cupboard, I realised that nearly half the coats in there were his rather than mine. So that entailed another trip to Oxfam to hand them over. I did check the pockets first. No £10 notes unfortunately, but in his leather jacket I  found a letter of appointment at Cheltenham hospital for radiotherapy. Ouch! That knocked me sidewards for a bit……