“Let’s go to B&Q!”
“Isn’t it a little early?”
“I can’t sleep. I need to go to B&Q”
It’s 6:45am and I am obsessed with getting to the DIY store. I’m going to buy more insulation for the van, next step of the camper conversion. We hop on a bus to the south of the river and stop at the city farm on our way. It is still early morning. Women with push chairs and baby scarves are milling about amongst ducks, goats and the community garden.
Two hours on, rolls of insulation in hand, we wait for the taxi back home. The car park is incredibly big on an incredibly beautiful day. I am empty. Sat on the curb, hidden behind a red Corsa, I suddenly lose myself in a stream of sobs. I cannot accept that the world goes on: taxi drivers, cashiers, lovers, music players, Saturday shoppers.