I have a herd of clothes hangers that have bred unchecked in the wilds of my wardrobe. They’ve multiplied to the point where opening the door is now a health and safety issue, and occasionally one escapes, clicking angrily across the floor like a tiny skeletal crab.
They are yours, free of charge, provided you promise to treat them kindly and not use them to construct an avant-garde installation called “The Loneliness of Polyester”.
Assorted sizes, mostly plastic, some possibly forged in the fires of Mordor. Collect swiftly before they unionise.
Clothes hangers (KT3 - Motspur Park)
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