I take great pride in the container of my possessions. Known as a handbag, for why, I know not, since it’s place of dwelling is my shoulder. Nevertheless, I’ve never been one for the sensible backpack; I like to think one day i’ll handbag around the world. Just one slight problem. It is this possession of mine which has left me and my shoulder consoling each other. Although at times I feel like attacking it back, since its very blade is the deliverer of my pain. I must sac my bag for a while, and try my very hardest not to replace it with a chip on my shoulder, I wouldn’t want to become an old bag. No, i’ve quite enough baggage as it is! Apr 24 I’ve sacked my bag!