Someone has moved in. We’d been hearing noises from down there all day and the day before her chest of drawers had been removed from outside the front door. It’s a family, with two young children. The father is in the army and has been quartered here. He told him he isn’t happy with it. I don’t blame him, its a bleak, unkempt space. I thought of them last night, unable to feel at home in her once-much-loved home.
