I returned to London and my lost purse was returned to me. This is the second time this particular purple purse has come back after being stolen/mislaid. Boomerang purse. I had to sign for it beneath the big bold print of LOSER at the Barbican. Can't argue with black and white...
Felt a bit of a loser today as I walked through City after work, passing all those suited and booted flexi-timers in ties. Under my arm I was carrying a big pile of poetry books, returning them to the Poetry Library on Southbank, wearing my red trousers with turn-ups (I turned them up off the cuff...) and guzzling from a can of IRN BRU. You can take the girl out of the north yada yada. I've also taken to wearing my hair in a silly little topknot on a wonk. Not like the sea of bobbing topknots that crowd the vista of my commute through East London. Not a Shoreditch topknot. No.
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Confession: it took me some years before I realised that picture was Virginia Woolf and not you. There is a very canny likeness in profile AND she has The Nose.
She does make me feel marginally better about The Nose.
I'm glad that you got your purse back - I hope that all your money and cards were safe too?
And where had it been found? Or is that too embarrassing to admit to?
Everything was miraculously still in it, hence the human race mostly being in my good books. Found in the Barbican, I guess in the spot where I left it...
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