Ain't that just a kick in the teeth

There's a photography exhibition in Plymouth right now - 'Earth from the Air'. Absolutely captivating pictures from all around the world, plus there are endless interesting (and somewhat depressing) facts. The ones that tell you how many millions of people leave on less than a dollar a day; the number of people who are develop AIDS every hour, and how many die from it. The kind of figures that make you feel guilty for complaining about being stuck in a traffic jam on the way home in your unjustifiably expensive car. And in my case, the kind of figures that make me want to raid the local church every Sunday and yell at the hypocrites inside. (Who furthermore really annoy me by parking along both sides of my road in such a way that it is barely possible to drive along for a good few hours. Oh what selfless individuals they are, really).
Anyhow, given that I had been blasted with these figures (coupled with my present reading of 'IOU' regarding cancelling third world debt) and almost immediately after set to packing up all the stuff in my room on the offchance that the house is sold while I lie around in Spain for the winter, I was more compelled than usual to take vast quantities of stuff to carefully selected charity shops. (Anyone who gives to Oxfam: go check out where your money really goes, you'll soon stop your philanthropic gestures).
The point of my rant is this: I've just realised a whole pile of clothes that were MEANT to go in a box clearly somehow made their way into a charity shop bag. I'm fuming, as this includes a £45 pair of FatFace trousers. (Slight exaggeration - I did get them in the sale for a bargainous £12. But still). I'm now praying that the kind of people who frequent charity shops are not the kind of people who have intelligence enough to realise the quality of said unworn trousers; given that I live in Plymouth, retirement capital of the universe (various Spanish locations and most of Florida aside), chances are they should still be there. I will possibly blow a fuse if they are not.
Now I know what some of you readers are thinking: there is no sacrifice in giving just what you don't need. Personally, I think I do enough for the blasted environment and worldwide misery without having to donate a damn good pair of trousers that I do have a genuine need of. Given that I'm now going to have to replace them, so will thus just spend twice as much in a multinational corporation evil company, thereby perpetuating horrendous work conditions for people around the globe.
Yes, logic dictates they should rightly be returned to me. Cross your fingers.

The Return of Ranting Jane

Yes - I've been absent for ages. But I promise you, I will be returning in full rant-mode in the near future. Possess your souls in patience for a little longer.
(And a photo, just to prove I'm still alive).