Truth they say is stranger than fiction and I have just realized now that as cliched and trite as that may sound, it really is true.
So my mum came by Monday afternoon and we were chatting and having a good laugh about stuff in general. She then brings out her purse (which I bought for her last month while in Dubai) and I said to her that in a funny way, this purse reminds me of another purse she had when I was very young and which was stolen from me when she'd given it to me for safe keeping one evening when we were out.
* Begin Flashback*
I was about 5 years old and my mum was pregnant with my 2nd brother - we were at this time, on a family holiday to London which would double as a 'birthing' trip for my mum. One evening, my mum herds my immediate younger brother and I to the laundromat to get some laundry done and in order to ease things for her heavily pregnant frame while she sorted out the laundry; she hands me her purse for safe keeping. I remember putting it in the pocket of my red anorak and sitting down to watch the goings on around me. My mum turns to me at some point to ask for her purse, I in turn put my hand in my pocket to get the purse and somehow that purse had developed wings and flown off. I had just been rudely baptized into the world of nimble fingered pick pockets.


