'A handbag?'
Oscar Wilde knew the dramatic potential of handbags, bless him. I can't leave the house without one, I'm snail-like dragging my life around with me - I'd love to be like my friend Clare who just takes a credit card and her phone, maybe her house keys and chucks them all in my big over the shoulder satchel but I'm not. I like to know I have pens and a notebook and a novel or poetry collection and my make up and my phone and wallet and keys and charger and more hair bands than anyone could ever possibly need, just-in-case. Naturally bag theft leaves me wailing, a long mourning period ensues. I voodoo doll the thief a bad end. Anyway I digress. Hennessy's sell handbags. And wallets and purses and shoppers and wheelie granny trolleys and rucksacks. I don't like any of them, I'll be honest, but you might. read more