Yes, yes, you think I'm talking about myself again. Or the old woman who walks around town in her wellies pushing a pram....
Instead I just wanted to show you my new satchel, which really is
a mad bag. Who could resist imagery which combines a pink
typewriter with a selection of colourful birds and a couple of nests? On a bag?
I bought it to replace my old one which also had an avian theme.
A woman I'd never met before
admired it once. “I love the picture!” she said, on seeing the robin. “But I don't like what it's
made of ,” she then added in a strongly disapproving tone. Actually,
it's not real leather, it's faux leather... but I wasn't about to get into
a debate about it with a woman who had clearly overdone the peroxide at one time but not recently enough to disguise her black roots. Faux blonde? Ooh, catty!
Faux leather eventually flakes, though; hence the need for a new bag, which
is also faux, but very truly mad. As mad as a bag of birds.