Rescued!

It was the bottle of milk that did it - or at least, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Or, in this case, the paper carrier bag. It split all up one side, spilling all my worldly goods over the pavement on Castle Street. There were a couple of books, and a glasses case, and half a packet of biscuits - and the bottle of milk - strewn around my feet.
I managed to scoop them all up into the remains of the bag, and I'd got as far as the HSBC Bank, hugging them to my chest, when a car pulled up next to me, with the window wound down.
"Would you like a plastic bag?" the man inside asked.
"You're a star!" I said, gratefully, and I was able to repack everything in the plastic bag and chuck the old one in the bin.