As parents of twins, we shameless hoover up any goods offered to us. Â A spare cot? Yup, that would be great. Â Baby clothes? Â 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.Â She looked at them and said â€œthese are lovely things, but half of them arenâ€™t mineâ€.Â Also, it appears, we are not very good at returning things to their rightful owners.Â When we were in Ireland, we drove through a North Cork where the Dutch Mamaâ€™s sister is the postmistress. Â â€œShould we stop and say hi?â€ asked Mr. Waffle.Â â€œProbably notâ€ I said, â€œbut, if we did, we could point out to her that Michael is wearing a very nice t-shirt that once belonged to her sonâ€. Â In summary, I am not sure who lent us what, so I cannot say who lent us the t-shirt with â€œLittle Lord Foster Babyâ€ 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.