Well I did it again. Just last weekend in a mad rush to pick up groceries, a bottle of wine and then head out through the stormy night to London to visit my friends Wayne and Marlene, I did just that – forgot my purse. I was cooking dinner so I guess I had lots on my mind. Unpacking the car I realized my purse was missing. I wasn’t really too worried as I figured someone would find it. A call to the grocery store and they had just found my driver’s license and my name with everything showing my Vancouver address and this was in Ingersoll Ontario. So I asked them to keep it for me and I would pick it up on my way home. Relieved. I knew how lucky I had been. It was an odd weekend though to be ‘without purse’. I don’t know how men get along without one as I could never carry all my essentials in my pockets. Everytime I reached for something in my purse I felt a little lost. But I managed without it, enjoyed my weekend in London and then stopped by the grocery store to pick up my purse and carried on like nothing unusual had happened.