The Second Year and AfterChapter 16
On Tuesday, I used a free period (when I really should have been in the library catching up on the reading I hadn't done at the weekend) to dash across to the bank to draw some cash out, and then went down town after my lectures were over, to look again at the tray purses that I had seen in the shop window. My Mum had bought Dad one for his birthday because she said she was fed up with him jiggling a pocket-full of coins whenever they went out anywhere, and he had actually found it really...