Many, many moons ago, when the kids were but toddlers, my dear mother, unbeknown to me, contacted the Sally Army explaining that we were struggling to get our children presents. I answered the knock on the door, told the guy he must have the wrong house. He insisted he hadn't and passed me a cardboard box containing assorted items. One of which was a rag Golly! I have never felt so depressed as i did then and it is the only time in my life i ever raised my voice to my mother. Since that time, i have always ensured that, whatever my financial situation, i have given them a bit of something at the very least.