The cool damp air puffs through my window
I lie awake in my bedroom for the final time
5.18am. Hearing the soft rain outside and the flat fapping of the bunting I’ve used as a makeshift guard, reserving the space for the truck
It’s not enough room. Can I ask the neighbours to move their car? Whose van is that anyway?
The fridge is empty, things are packed.
Mustn’t forget adaptor plugs.
Where did I put those tickets? Oh yes.
I hope the wardrobe will fit.
Don’t let them take the recycling bucket.
5.45am. The heater starts to tick into life
It must be time to move