Mary Portas has a lot to answer for on the subject of charity shops.
My local Bethany Shop used to have a lovely manager who always said hello, thanked you for your donations, even if they were admittedly just a few bits and pieces that you wanted rid of, and had two windows stuffed with all kinds of interesting objects, which made you feel you wanted to go in and see what was inside.
She retired, and I have never seen her successor. One window contains a mannequin in a smart dress with an expensive-looking scarf around her neck, a pair of high boots standing in one corner and a hat and a pair of gloves in the other. The other has an elegant table with two or three pieces of china on it. No toys, no books, no small kitchen appliances, no ornaments. Tres chic, tres barren.
I have never been tempted in, and have never seen anyone else enter or leave. I handed in some things to a bored-looking young man at the counter, who looked as though he wasn't sure what to do with them. The shop was empty.