We had to go to Matalan today to get some new jeans. In my organisedness (is that a real word), I’d phoned the prison husband is most likely to go to, to find out what he was allowed to take in with him. In amongst items such as shirts or t-shirts (5) no white t-shirts (maybe their washing powder can’t cope with getting whites whiter….?) he’s allowed jeans or trousers, but not ripped jeans. Unfortunately, husband is very much attached to his jeans, and they are very, very ripped. I regularly machine them together again, but we had to go out and get a new pair in readiness.