I go into my handbag which is a huge fiorelli bag. As I’ve gotten older my bags have gotten bigger. I pull out 3 bottles of perfume, 3 compact mirrors, work keys, house keys, 2 bottles of body lotion, a bottle of l’occitane conditioner, various make-up including 3 lip pencils, various hospital appointment letters, my own HTC phone & a stray iPhone 5s. A vest top & a t-shirt stuffed in a corner. A packet of cigs are in a zipped compartment & the reason for going into my bag. My lighter, not so easy to find. That’s because it’s not in my handbag. Then I remember putting my lighter on top of my empty pack before putting them on top of my cooker hood. I curse my stupidity. Who puts things out of reach of themselves. No loitering for me today. I’m off home for a nicotine hit. I’m seriously losing the plot today.
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