"That blasted boy has outgrown another of his shirts!" moaned Vernon one evening as he and Petunia watched Coronation Street. "He's starting to look downright indecent you know. Why can't he just stop growing?"
"I think there's a trunk of your old school clothes in the attic. I'll have him go up and bring it down tomorrow." Petunia sighed, her eyes fixed to the screen.
"Good. Let him have my old school rugby shirt. I always hated that damn thing anyway and it should last him a good while." Vernon said with a note that this would be the final word on the matter. Coronation Street was far more important.
As a side note the shirt colours are pretty much the same colours as my old school's rugby shirts.