It went round faster than I could answer it.
Friends stopped picking up. Doors closed. People who had stood up and toasted our wedding in 2018 looked at the floor when they passed me in the supermarket, and one of them physically turned her trolley round.
So I took whatever there was.
At night I cleaned offices on the industrial estate, from ten until two.
Before sunrise I edited legal transcripts online at the kitchen table, which paid by the page and paid badly.
In the daytime I folded towels in a hotel laundry until my ankles swelled up over the tops of my shoes and I had to go down a size and then back up two.
Every pound went on rent, on the appointments I now had to pay for, and into a small folder under my mattress.
PART 2
Because he had forgotten something.
