Another Update.

Thursday 21st of March 2019

Still no heat. Still no hot water. The insurance company can do nothing. The insurance company only covers accidents and emergencies and this doesn’t count apparently. We have blankets, we have a kettle, it’s fine, whatever.

We’re not eligible for financial assistance and a new boiler so what we need is £2,000, or near about. Okay. Fine.

If we wait two months there’s a scheme we could get on to where we’ll only have to pay £240. Okay. Fine.

It’ll be another five days before we find out if we’re eligible for this scheme. We might be, we might not be. Okay. Fine.

I’m getting used to being cold. It’s not quiet like I used to think, it has sound, it has gravity. It sinks into bones until you’re not just cold, but are cold. I’m cold down to what scraps of personality I’ve managed to cling to. I’m just cold and I’m okay with that. I’m not feeling much of anything else anymore, just this one things and it’s fine.

It could be peace, this cold tone, silvery humming. Maybe this is peace. I think I would like it, if I could feel it. I’ll go back to sleep instead, sleep is

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