A brief dip into normality

It may be only 6℃ in my room, but I’m in a good mood. And why not? I’m on a temporary break. No more starving in my room because I don’t want to go to the kitchen and be yelled at. No more abusive e-mails accusing me of terrible and ludicrous conspiracies. No more tiptoeing around in the evening like a sandwich ninja to avoid waking a super-sensitive sleeper who refuses to wear sodding earplugs. This must be what normal life feels like.

I should enjoy it while I can, because after next week things are going to get very unpleasant. Most people, when asked to leave a flat, do so in a manner which preserves their dignity. That’s not on the cards here, folks.