Somebody donated the jacket you love. Somebody else’s ending was your beginning.

Everything in a charity shop arrived because something finished for somebody. A person outgrew it, moved, changed size, changed taste, or died, and the thing carried on into your hands. There is a quiet decency in that chain: what stops being useful to one person is exactly what somebody else needs.

Put something of yours into that chain this month rather than into a bag in the cupboard. The shoes that do not fit, the coat you never wear. Somebody is about to find their favourite thing, and it is sitting in your room.