There are some days when the contents of a handbag provide me with a squeal of delight - discovering the favourite lip gloss I thought was lost forever, or the emergency £20 I kept in a side pocket on a night out. Then there are other times when the contents are completely irrelevant. Putting a gorgeous new bag on my arm sends a shiver of delight through me - the feel of soft Italian leather as I pick it up, catching a sniff of the strap sitting on my shoulder as I turn my head, the reassuring click of the clasp as it smartly snaps shut. Somehow I resist the temptation to lick it, otherwise it's a multi-sensory experience.