Torn

Yesterday I went shopping in a well known Oxford Street store and spent an inordinate amount of money on a sweatshirt, in order to procure one of these splendidly colourful and highly desirable bags. That'll knock 'em for six back in the Shires I thought.
On the train back after waking up a couple of minutes from Warwick, in our haste to extricate ourselves from our seat with our M and S dinner for a tenner and a suitcase full of all the stuff that country mice consider essential in London, we managed between us (oh ok it was me) to tear it by cramming LooseCanon's laptop into it . One useless old bag. And the carrier.