Girls tend to treat their bags as tenderly as they would treat a new born....except for me. The bag in question is attached to The Antique by two industrial sized pins, now this bag has many guises over the years ie size and number of compartments but it's always faithful black. The current bag while decent in size lacks a good number of compartments so its like searching in a endless pit of crap when I try to get anything out of it. The bag also doubles up as a free cloakroom on night outs where a limited few get to put their possessions in the bag. At the moment in the bag lies the remains of a hen night that a bridesmaid had stored in there- a packet of sparklers and a packet of hen dare cards.(Dare cards were not used on the night.)
The bag usually is attached to The Antique the majority of the time except when I'm going overseas. However the bag is taken on and off on a nearly daily basis these days so I can climb The Wall faster (more about that later) Now the challenge is not in the takin off but the putting on. There is no set way to put it back onto The Antique majority of the time it's just pot luck. What may have worked before may not work again. Story of my life not a simple thing as a bag is simple :P
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