This is so damn emotional, yet so passive and eye-glazey-mundane it is awesome. My head-voice read this with no tempo, no pace, just measured and slow. I wanted to save all the words as they slipped by the page.

We have a basket. We used it once for a photography thing. Since then, every summer time, the cat likes to use it as her bed, as it ventilated, because, well, its a basket.

Whenever she goes into it, she's a basket case.

You know what a basket is? Timeless. Elegant. Practical. Much more so than a beach bag, or a designer tote, or whatever else. I feel as though I should take the basket to the gym just to be different. A towel, a water bottle, my gloves, a phone, headphones, a shopping bag in case I want to duck in next door to grab something on the way home.

People don't appreciate baskets anymore.

And regarding buckets - they're so bloody expensive if you want something with the longevity of a pail, which is much nicer.