I know my scout bag looks untidy, but I need it. I use it to sit and reflect. I need to reflect in a quiet place.
‘I tidied it away, Sasha,’ she says.
I found it perched on top of some of my other belongings, all tidied away, and rattled it.
‘Oh well, you can have it down,’ she says.
She throws it on the floor in an untidy manner.
But I want it where it was before.
‘I have put something else there now, Sasha. It looks much neater,’ she says.
But where will I sit and reflect?
I walk outside.
