As parents of twins, we shameless hoover up any goods offered to us. A spare cot? Yup, that would be great. Baby clothes? Yes, thank you. A while back, I returned to the Dutch Mama some of the clothes which she had given to us which the boys had grown out of. She looked at them and said “these are lovely things, but half of them aren’t mine”. Also, it appears, we are not very good at returning things to their rightful owners. When we were in Ireland, we drove through a North Cork where the Dutch Mama’s sister is the postmistress. “Should we stop and say hi?” asked Mr. Waffle. “Probably not” I said, “but, if we did, we could point out to her that Michael is wearing a very nice t-shirt that once belonged to her son”. In summary, I am not sure who lent us what, so I cannot say who lent us the t-shirt with “Little Lord Foster Baby” written on it but I suspect that it may be someone whose first language is not English.
Not strictly on topic, but the most poignant t-shirt logo I ever saw was glimpsed from a train window in southern Thailand. We were chugging past paddy fields and a very skinny local man straightened up from weeding (or whatever he was doing), grinned widely and waved madly. His t-shirt read ‘Life is shit and then you die’. I hoped he didn’t know that.