I have got a bag problem at the moment. I mean, don’t we all, but my specific bag problem is that when I am on the afternoon school run I need to take a giant bag with me to fit in after-school snacks (Kitty seems to require a 3-course meal at pick-up or all hell breaks loose), coats, artwork, some toy cars for Sam, a loose shoe, Sam’s coat, snacks for Sam, a bottle of water and so on. There always seems to be so much more shite at pick-up than there is at drop-off.

At the moment that big mum pick-up bag is my old 1998 Herve Chapelier square-bottomed shopper in navy/camel, which is working fine for me – but I do not want also to take with me a hangbag because then suddenly you look like a packhorse. BUT trying to find my car keys/phone/wallet in amongst all the shite in the big mum pick-up bag is just impossible.

Answer? A POUCH! I had wondered what pouches were for – sort of part-make-up bag, part-clutch – and now I know.

I cannot at the moment justify any more bag purchases, and luckily I have this very colourful embroidered thing that I got in Ibiza a few years ago, (above), which is ideal: the neon jazz makes it immediately identifiable among all the other junk, but if I was in the market for a new pouch, one of these would do me just fine…

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Topshop, £22
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Mango, £17.99
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Asos, £38