An Osprey bag, madam?? No thanks - I am far too pure and selfless...

To buy or not to buy an expensive handbag... This is how shallow my life has become. I always knew that I was easily tempted by lovely things, but in the last couple of days I have sunk to an all time low... or shallow, depending on how you look at it.

It started when I ventured into a local boutique that sells posh handbags - Osprey to be exact.Their sale was on and I was drawn in by the scent of luxury leather and incense sticks. I browsed around the various goods on offer and although I was tempted I did not weaken enough to buy anything.

When I got home, however, my husband revealed that he had gone and bought himself a new bike. A new bike??? Is he mad??? Its mid January, he doesn't cycle and works in central London. In a blatant tit for tat move I immediately thought 'If he can get a bike, why don't I get a posh handbag?!'

I might have actually said these words out loud for , give him his due, he did offer to buy me one of the gorgeous things. Maybe its because I am a woman or maybe because material things don't really mean that much to me, I said no to his offer.

There may be those of you who are screaming at the screen 'You fool!!! You could have had a lovely piece of gorgeousness!!!' But I just could not bring myself to submit to the greed of it all. I have a bag... well, several bags really, of varying ages and qualities and do I need a new one, all be it a dead expensive, posh one? No. The answer is definitely no.

Ah well. At least I can now sleep easy in my bed, safe in the knowledge that I am not as shallow as I first thought.