Whilst enjoying a quiet pint of Harvey's at the Royal Oak on Wednesday night I could not help but notice a magnificent red bag on a seat next to the door. Was this the original red bag as mentioned in a recent thread or a dastardly imposter?
Well, I wasn't in the Royal Oak on Weds, but that means nothing !
Have long believed that items in my wardrobe are prone to wandering off on their own (especially shoes and bags) - usually just at the time I want to wear them. Perhaps it was in search of steak and kidney pudding ?
However, I am pleased to report that my red bag is today sitting happily at my feet, purring contentedly and occasionally twitching as it dreams of being the centre of attention at the next social.