When sad- turn to haberdashery...

Today my wallet was stolen from by bag. I was on the bus, bag hung on the back of the buggy. I know I had said wallet because I tapped it on the Oyster reader to get on the bus.
I settled the kids in, unpacked lunch (as you do), then felt for my wallet to check I had cash to get into the Pirate's Playhouse, our destination. No wallet. Check all pockets...no wallet. Check pocket of pushchair, on seats, in pushchair, floor of bus. No wallet. Empty entire contents of handbag on a spare seat... Still no wallet.
Fae starts crying. Ashley takes this opportunity to swing off his seat like a monkey, and splits his lip. Cue everyone on the bus reaching for their phones to call Social Services. I looked like a deranged mad-woman. Luckily I held it down, soothed Fae with emergency toy, mopped blood from my son's chin and put my life back into my handbag.
Still no wallet.
Anyways. It wasn't there. Gone.

So that  was sad. To cheer myself up I will now post some gratuitous pics of haberdashery. I just sorted out my huuuuuuuuge bag of bits and bobs, and tidied them into a smaller container. Very satisfying...