Since I cannot fit another gnat's bollock into my handbag*, I decided to have a clear out of my everyday handbag. This is what I found:
1 x purse
1 x Oberon organiser
1x nail file
1 x sunglasses (now scratched due to proximity of nail file)
£1.67 in loose change
Mystery envelope containing £37.50
2 x Bill Bailey Tix (mystery of money in envelope solved)
3 lipsticks (2 of which are identical)
1 x concealer (dried up)
1 dessicated leaf (possibly mimosa - from Inverary Castle Gardens - Camping Expedition Weekend)
1 x 9 volt Tesco battery
1 x notepad
2 x pens (neither working)
1 x pencil (broken)
3 x packets of paper hankies (all opened)
2 x sachets of toilet wipes (Inverary is not a civilised place for toilets obviously)
1 x Ferry Timetable
4 x receipts (one for the memorable session with Daniel in Glasgow, two for Co-op and one for postage)
1 x mobile phone (needing charged)
1 x DS charger + assorted games
1x handful of fluff and bits of dried leaf
1 x sticky polo mint
Standard mummy handbag contents, methinks But no wonder I'm starting to develop a Quasimodo humpf as I lurch up and down The High Street.
With the serendipidy that is the intertubes, I just replied on another forum about something handbag related and thought I'd add it in here.
My dad taught me the words to a folk song called The Dundee Weaver when I was a child and I blithely sang my heart out about the narrator discovering that her 'thingyumygig was awa'.
Honestly, I was in my 30s before the penny dropped and I realised that it wasn't her bloody handbag that had been stolen, but something a bit more intimate.
I have sung that song from the age of 5.
For those of you who do not know the words to The Dundee Weaver, please look here. There is an 'English' translation that will make all the Scots reading this absolutely pee their pants with delight. Enjoy
In the course of looking for an image to go with this useless information, I found that there is a Flickr site dedicated to pictures of handbag contents. Those girls need to get out more.
The image accompanying this post is of a pursket - if you can't live without one, you can buy one here
So, what's in yours?
* please note, my bag does not contain ANY gnat's bollocks. It's a figure of speech.
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