Just recently, I’ve been thinking about showing you the contents of my handbag. No special reason why, just because. And what do I find yesterday? That Mel from I Speak Melsh had beaten me to it!
Ah, well. So, we have my newish Cath Kidston bag in a lovely green with white spots oilskin. See that large gap by my keys? That’s were the camera lives normally.
There’s my diary and pen (if it’s not in the diary, then it doesn’t happen), my Oyster card (for cheap bus and tube travel) in a funky pink holder, a smart looking (but actually quite basic) mobile phone, house keys and my Mulberry purse (bought as a treat to myself, after working overtime at Christmas a number of years ago).
The contents of that purse reveal more plastic than cash, sadly. There is £17.42, two small snaps of DS and then there’s the plastic: donor card, Anthony Nolan Bone Marrow Registered Donor card, DH’s business card (with a note on the back saying to contact him in an emergency), bank cash card, driving licence, mobile phone top-up card, RAC membership card, Tesco clubcard, Boots advantage card, Waterstone’s loyalty card and library card.
(RAC is for car breakdowns, Tesco is a supermarket chain, Boots is a chain of High Street Chemist’s and Waterstone’s is a book store chain.)
And here’s a thought: if what the British call a handbag is a purse to the Americans, what do the Americans call the thing you keep your cash and cards in?