Pocket junk

Sitting up in the early hours with a sorry-looking post-op dog. She's wearing one of those plastic funnel things round her neck (called a buster collar apparently) to stop her chewing her stitches and pulling the drains out. I know - too much information. Looks like I won't be going anywhere today so thought I'd do an early blip of the contents of a pocket of a coat I was planning to wash. Such things say a lot about the character of the owner, in this case me. In my defence I have no idea how most of those things got there.