Oh, panic, my purse gone...asked the staff if anyone had seen it, checked the counters, ran out checked my car, came back and asked again if it had been seen. Whereupon the patient lady behind the counter who has her own personal opinion of my cognitive abilities, pointed to my shoulder and said, what's that, then?
Yes, it was the sportsac, now very light because the parcel was gone, and which I'd evidently hooked onto my shoulder and forgotten. Sigh. So I burst out laughing and thought oh well, comic relief for the glum people waiting in line, and left quickly.
Got home, check email and find an article from a friend in the medical field, all about how making art and making craft and getting out and being connected and using computers and all that might possibly stave off dementia and incapacity.
To which I say, oh, based on my track record with cellphones and glasses and now shoulder bags, I greatly doubt that.
