The mail came late today. It wasn't particularly interesting. When I came home from my afternoon errands I read it on the front step, figuring I could throw it straight in the recycling bin when I finished. Little did I realise I was in grave danger.
Jeans - Old Navy Sweethearts, seized upon in San Francisco last year
Blouse - Rozelle markets, second hand
Birkenstocks - from the internet
Bag made from hundreds of fabric petals - Antoine et Lili, Paris
Adored necklace - Brocante in the 2nd arrondissement in Paris
Earrings - Christmas present from a woman called Prue who I've never met
Dangerous predator just metres from me - possibly escaped from a local zoo.