My heart is in my throat beating away, it's left my chest tight. They're viewing the flat down the corridor today. Who's going to turn up?
Just now I've seen a blonde with a buggy outside. I should've stopped and chatted to her. She seemed friendly, smiled at me, I smiled back.
I'm feeling sick aren't I? Will I puke up my heart?
What would it look like I wonder? Scarred with memories, tattoed with dreams?
I don't want this flat on my corridor, I want the widow's upstairs. You know, change of location but not far.
I'm 69th on the list this morning.
I'll go outside for some air.