The woman on the train next to me is having an argument with her boyfriend on loudspeaker about whether they need to buy a fridge for their new flat. She is Team Fridge, he insists he can “keep his ham in the garden”. Looks like I’m missing my stop today.
It’s now sinking in that my parents sold my house that I grew up in. I can’t go back and if I do I’m gunna have to explain to strangers why I’m crying in their front yard.