It can't just be me. A bloke pulled up alongside me at the lights, about 1.5miles from where we'd parked in Brighton, gesticulating wildly. I was most confused. He looked exasperated, and mouthed, as if to a simpleton, "YOUR PURSE IS ON THE ROOF".
Oh dear.
This wasn't the first time sadly, though a first for the purse. Previously I've driven half a mile with a box of 24 cupcakes on the roof, and on another occasion was stopped by a farmer who asked me if I knew I had a pair of muddy wellies in a plastic box above me. I'd been driving of for a good ten minutes.
So anyone else going to cough? ?