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I´m handy. Mrs. Smith´s handbag. I go with her wherever she goes. Yes, even to the bathroom. I like to say I´m handy and I AM handy. Mrs. Smith has a husband, Mr. Smith (surprisingly) and they have just bought this astonishing new villa Royal Nerja in Nerja in Costa del Sol. From now on I will refer to them as Mrs. S and Mr. S. I see this house every day though I hang on to Mrs. S. It´s totally another world compared to the old flat in London, where we used to live. Everything is new with light colours and shining surfaces. The Villa has three floors and is very spacious. Outside it has its own pool. I actually got the chance to try it out when Mrs. S dropped me in it yesterday. It was nice and cool. I don’t get the chance to go swimming, so Mr. S took the opportunity to go for a quick swim too. And while he was there he took the opportunity and saved me from getting fully soaked.
What’s different about this blog is that we get to make our voices heard. We mean me (Handy) and my friends: a bunch of bags (Bolsas in Spanish) that make life easier for the Smith couple. Now Mrs. S is unpacking the box where my friends are. I can see it all from the table where I stand. There’s a bag hanger on the wall outside Mrs. and Mrs. S´s bedroom.
First, she takes Gucciana, the Gucci handbag – my worst contributor. She is very nice looking but demands a lot of attention. Pain in the ass really (sorry). Of course, she gets the hook on top.
Then we have Carrie, Mr. S´s backpack. She is always nice. But brags a bit because Mr. S so often chooses her on his adventures. I call her the Brag bag.
Now I see Paddly, the Paddle bag. He´s handsome and polite, but stiff. Lacks personality if you ask me.
Oh, there is Beachy, the beach bag. Full of jokes and funny stories.
“Where are ya´?” he says. “Ah, of course, to the beach in Nerja!”
Mrs. S is now taking a break and heading for the pool. There are more bags to come. She will unpack them later; Cooly, the cooling bag, Sacky, the worn-out backpack (I wonder why they keep him really). Golfy, the golfing bag is on the lowest floor. Probably in the car. He only hangs out with Mr. S. It would be nice to see the golf course. I wonder if I ever will. Mrs. S doesn´t play golf. But she goes to the gym with Gymmie, the gym bag, while Mr. S is golfing. Mr. S sometimes says that she doesn´t need to go there because of my weight. I contain so many things that only a cargo ship stows more.
It´s a sweet couple Mrs. and Mr. S. They argue some, like all married couples, but love each other. All of us bags are so excited to join them on their trips to their new neighbourhood Nerja. Stay tuned.