My daughter is 2 and-a-half years old. She has a favourite cloth bag - bought for her by 'uncle' Damion of this parish - which she fills with knick knacks as she goes through her day. The strangest things turn up in it and anything in there is guarded with zeal. Last week I picked her up from nursery only to find that in her bag, along with the usual collection drinking straws, bits of dried pasta, hair ties, postcards, elastic bands and whatnot was my small format Magnum paperback about the work of Robert Capa.
That's my girl!
