“I got as far as the peninsula then turned back, it’s nice out, but hot. I wanted to get a beer but what’s the point?”

“Which flavour would you like?”

“Strawberries and cream cheers. I suppose I should just enjoy not working, pottering about, enjoying new things. I just can’t get my head into looking forward.”


“No that’s fine thanks. It all feels wasted, time wasted feeling bad, my ratio is shit, ten percent good, ninety bad or some such.”

“Two fifty please.”

“Here you go. People are worth all the shit but fuck me am I miserable right now.”

“I haven’t got any change, you can just have it.”

“Really? Thanks. Sorry.”

“It’s ok.”