When is a bag not a bag?

When it becomes a time machine. I found the following in my fav red handbag: madam’s half eaten plum, brown with age. Pack of colouring pencils from Café Rouge, compliments of the boy. A sippy cup. A golf ball. A kids library book which we (I thought) we returned 3 weeks ago. A half eaten pack of raisins. Sand. masses of sand from when I played in the sand pit with the kids. I did not realise they tried to use my bag as a mould.