There’s bags. And then there’s bags.

“How are things with the new baby?” said a friend, giving me a carrier bag with a wrapped parcel in it: a present for Pugsley. “Fine, thanks, very well,” I replied cheerfully. “So, what’s with the bags under your eyes then?” he enquired.

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