Old white jackets

The street is very quiet. Some folk were about earlier wearing old white jackets and raking gardens.
An old white van ran past earlier. On its side, a cheap plastic sign read something about a clothing collection. Very official seemingly.
A hoodied man delivered a pleading bag. He ran past my window never looking in.
The bins are out. The hoodied man’s bag is in it.
This is my mat well in case you are interested.