Loving my latest bag. No, I didn’t get the Mulberry in the end. Probably wasn’t Fair Trade and all… Instead, I splurged on… A shopping trolley. Yes, the type your granny has. They were ubiquitous in the wet markets of Singapore, lugging freshly sac-ed chicken carcasses down slick tiled alleys between the fish, pork and veg stalls. And they were the province of grannies going for their messages in Edinburgh.

My Tartan Trolley for the 21st century:

I am officially an old lady now. Bring on the blue-rinse and perm.