Melbourne

‘God give me strength’, says the bag, making it the perfect companion for the morning commuter. It reminds me of a lady who regularly catches an early train from relative rurality into Melbourne of a Monday, who is always impressively attired with colour, lipstick, jewels, and a little comb to smooth the hair that winds into her scrunchied top knot. She is so fine and so composed, I always expect her to be at least seven feet tall but, when we disembark, she is one of the tiniest of the rushing crowd. ‘Well I’ll be damned’, says the bag…