Baggs

In Simon’s house he and Rebecca were having a fight about who should put the angel on the tree. “It’s not fair Simon, I baggsed it before ya. D’ya remember last year, you put it up. Now it’s definitely my turn.” Rebecca felt defiant.

I had baggsed, on a whim, Ada’s swatches and books of cloth and they seemed such useless objects by the light of day that I pushed them into a bin on the street.