What has it got in its pocketses?

It is tempting, and harmless fun for all the family, to draw conclusions about people's character based on their everyday bits and pieces. In detective stories, lists of what the dead man had in his pockets are utterly compelling.

So apparently I am the kind of person who, when putting on her serious waterproof for the first time in several months and putting her hands in her pockets, finds sheep's wool and several lengths of blue and green ribbon. I have no idea why.