Today was a sad day. The end of an era. This was the day that my last pair of socks with my name emblazoned on Cash's woven nametapes was consigned to the sixty pence a kilo bag. Forty two years they have served me, off and on, but the holes that have now appeared are beyond the possibility of repair. I have had to accept the inevitable. One of my few remaining momentoes from my school life is now no more.
Cash's went into administration in January of this year after some one hundred and forty years. It looks as if they have had their day as well.