Category: My Life in the Layby

I woke up at 5am like I never did in the flat, dragged from sleep by the morning chorus — birds, distant engines, tyres crunching — sounds I’d never really paid attention to before. Bloody racket, I thought, but also… somehow alive. I pulled down the quilt cover I’d draped over the sun visors covering […]

I’d had enough. Flat was bleeding me dry: a grand a month in bills, the electric meter ticking away like a dripping tap you can’t turn off., and a landlord sniffing around like a badger at a rubbish heap every time a nail came out of the wall. I worked, sure, but I was working […]