Mr Woog is back from his trip to Paris with funky blue glasses and an extra kilo or two. Tres Bien! He bought the Woogettes a super cool metal plaque of Le Chat Noir in honour of Monsieur Chuy and a giant Toblerone, the last bastion of pathetic gifts that you buy at the duty free shop just before you get to the customs guys at Sydney Airport.
And where is my Orange Handbag you may ask? It is back in Paris with his mum, the formidable Mrs Woog Sr and his sister Miss Woog, as he could not fit it in his bag. I wondered aloud why he did not put his passport, wallet and phone in it and use it as it was intended..... but he had no answer for that.
So here are a few photos of Orange Handbags that I like instead.
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but not this please...... tres blah from Bali
Mr Woog, you are plein de merde.
But all will be forgiven with the delivery of le cafe tomorrow.
