Fur

Returned home exhausted after a day lugging Dad's shopping about town to discover a lounge full of those fur lined boots young women seem to favour these days. Too tired to complain I flopped down amongst them and duly fell asleep. I woke up two hours later to the sound of my daughter's boyfriend lifting and thrutching heavy footwear laden boxes out of the room. As I he wobbled out of the room he tripped over an expensive looking handbag and thrust it into the box. Something strange is afoot.