I have the grace of a swan

After completing a round of errands that took a couple of hours, I decided to do some 'administrative work' on my blog, at the library.
'Administrative work' is bullshit for: answer my emails and write a couple of posts without the phone ringing and people staring at me whilst asking for things that are RIGHT THERE IN THE CABINET IN FRONT OF THEM.

And so, there I was.
Laptop, handbag, laptop case, cellphone (on vibrate), typing away when I realized that I needed to go to the loo.
There was a lady sitting next to me, looking like me, my age, typing away, and I said, because I am so smooth:
I need to pop down to the ladies, please don't steal my laptop...
and she said something mumbly but with a smile so I grabbed my handbag and left.
Upon my return I thanked her, and as I was sitting down I realized that I had somehow wrapped and tied my pashmina through and around my handbag and it was now strapped to the front of me in a big knot.
Because I AM SO SMOOTH.
And well accessorized.