Monday, 29 November 2010
South coast chronicles
Away for the weekend, down on the South coast with friends.
A convivial Saturday evening in a loud buzzing local Italian restaurant.
Then Sunday's bracing walk along the sea shore, chatting before taking chocolate drink refuge in a convenient cafe whilst the snow gently fell.
We were still wondering what had happened to 'my accidental bag' as we sipped our warming drinks out of the cold.
Late the previous evening, after copious wine and during a lively and emotional discussion, I had inadvertently bid for a cream coloured Chloe handbag on eBay (don't ask).
By Sunday breakfast we couldn't resist taking a look to ensure that I had been outbid.
It's a long story.
It turned out I was, indeed, still the proud leading bidder although I was being assured that my paltry bid would be outdone.
Now I don't know anything about handbags. Or the going rate for ones called Chloe.
Suffice to say this one had a serial number, so the alarm bells should have been ringing past the rather delightful Cabernet Sauvignon. I seem to remember the bag had a big padlock, came with another bag to put it in(?) and was named after a London train station.
I'd already run the emergency 'who could I give this to?' script in my head when at some point on Monday I received another email from eBay.
Someone had outbid me.
My bid was indeed paltry. They would pay double.
Beauty is, indeed, in the eye of the bagholder.