Last month, I left my bag in the back of a taxi in Winchester. I've been using Primark bags my whole life and managed to keep hold of them until they die a slow, painful death and need to be buried in the wardrobe because I'm incapable of throwing anything away. The second I spend some actual money on a Michael Kors bag, of course, I manage to completely forget about it and only realise I've lost it an hour later.
After some franctic tweeting, staking out the taxi rank to see if the cab returned and tracking down the driver after asking all the other cabbies if they recognised the description of his car, only to find he didn't have the bag after all, I eventually logged into Facebook three hours later and found a message from the guy who had been picked up after me. He'd found the bag, searched Facebook for my real name only to find no profiles exist under that name, eventually discovered me by searching "Becky Bedbug", as is the name on my Costco card, and fired off a message. All before I'd even realised my bag wasn't with me.
Anyway, this epic tale of one woman's frantic search for the return of her beloved bag got me thinking about what I actually keep in there. Although I was glad I hadn't lost anything valuable, in those bag-less hours, I was just really annoyed at having to replace so many of my daily essentials. I figured that Jack, he of bag-finding glory, could probably tell a lot about me just from what I carry out around with me day to day.
