409. Beachbag
The kids must think they've got a weird teacher this year. Little do they know. They have not seen my Instagram story about setting myself the challenge to try to go to school for as long as I can with my beach bag. It does not look at all professional. In fact I look like a holiday-maker lost in the school grounds. All I need is a camera. I could peer at the ancient brick and stone walls and the latin words above the doors and next thing I would be asked to leave the grounds for security purposes. Now wouldn't that be great? The strange thing is that - so far - no-one has commented on my beach bag. (Only at the hair salon the other day when the assistant asked which bag was mine and I answered the beach bag people laughed and smiled at me the funny woman who was still on holiday mood.) And my beach bag is the coolest ever. It is plastic (to cope with salty or bleachy water and sand - obviously) and it has white leather (yes, l...