Heck, I've never thought to take my handbag to bed. It hangs on a chair in the kitchen. DH puts his wallet in the drawer of his bedside table so he's obviously got more sense.
Years ago when I was zonked out on painkillers for sciatica and shingles I left the back door wide open and my purse on the kitchen table. When I got up the next morning I found my Rhodesian Ridgeback laid across the back door mat, obviously guarding the establishment. The two Jack Russells and the cat were curled up in her basket!
My garden has been ruined by ????


