Oh no. My nice coat.

Yesterday on the way to the student centre I felt very smart in my nice coat - Auchan sales last year, black corduroy, very black, very nice. We passed a building that was in the process of being cleaned. As we passed I thought 'Funny, smells of bleach.'

After the meeting I went to put on my coat, but there was a brownish mark on the shoulder. Bird poo ? It didn't come off. Fiona said "What's that ? It's bleach". It had dripped down the sleeve and onto the pocket.

OK. So far we've tried a product that is sold to re-blacken black clothes. It's much better than it was, but still the splashes are a little visible. When I see some black dye I'll get some.

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