We caught the train to deepest, darkest, rural Oxfordshire to attend the Charlbury Beer Festival.
Friends Dan and Gareth were working there and the lovely Melissa was using the festival as an opportunity to have her belated 30th birthday celebration, so what more excuses did we need?
In some respects the absolutely gorgeous weather was a blessing and a curse.
There were just shy of 50 ales to sample, as well as ciders, perries and a solitary lager.
In a most civilized fashion there was also jugs of Pimms for those who weren't fans of beer.
Sadly too successful really, because before the hands on my watch had reached 7.30pm this had happened
Men were quickly dispatched to the local store where they bought the whole stock of bottled beer to stop it all kicking off.
Now without further ado on to the most exciting vintage bag purchase I have made in many a month, thank you oh bag gods for smiling down upon me this day.
Picture the scene from Poirot, the Death on the Nile episode, where Rosalie Otterbourne and Jacqueline De Bellefort are sitting in Rosalie's cabin going through each other's handbags "comparing lipsticks"
Now picture Rosalie's bag, the one with the Egyptian pyramid scene on it, do you remember it? No? Ok let me refresh your memory...
Now look what arrived in the post for me this morning.