Why is that boy wearing my jacket?

One of the many blessings of painting a room is you get to hear a programme on radio 4 from beginning to end (and for those that read the previous post, I overran my timetable, it was a much bigger job than I expected).  On Sunday I listened to something about humiliation.  It told the story of a boy who grew up poor.  His mum had found a fabulous jacket in a jumble sale, [...]

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