I don’t well in it. Does anybody? Some do, apparently. I remember the man who used to work in the Health Food shop saying he loved it. A Yorkshireman, he’d wear shorts all year long. I think he died recently, but I could be mistaken. My body ceases up. My bones go rigid and my skin resistant. I need warmth and this flat doesn’t or won’t provide it. There are no snug corners, just a wide open openness, which is pleasant in the summer but not now. And then I think of all those people in LA watching their homes being razed by the wildfires. I have nothing to complain of, nothing.
