I have a plastic fetish. Few things give me as much pleasure as neatly wrapping things in plastic bags. From the fridge to the store cupboard, my things are neatly locked-in. I suppose it is an attempt to manage messiness – my natural state.

At the moment, I’m looking lovingly at my Samsonite American Tourister having packed each item into a zip-loc bag. The gallon size works well for shirts (and two interlocked suffice for trousers). The quart size is good for individual underwear although I’ve kept all mine in a pillow-sized plastic zipper thingy that I’ve had for years.

The bag is heavier than I hoped it would be. I think I need to cull.