Handbags and Gladrags

After a morning when work seemed a struggle, a social visit to M was what I needed to lift the spirits. We chatted about our weeks, mine included clearing the loft at my parents’ - one of the ‘finds’ was a fabulous handbag that had belonged to my great grandmother. It probably dated from the 1920s, we chatted about what she might have worn with it. We’ll be back together, same time next week. (For the avoidance of doubt it was the Stereophonics version of the title that was listened to on the run home.)