A Sugar Hangover.
What is Freedom? Raw thoughts pour into my brain – Am I truly free? Sweat pours through my skin. Why am I crying? The hottest summer in recorded history and I am camping in a converted (not much) shop. I have single glazing and a glass door; the sun beats in at certain times of the day, although I keep the door and window shut when it is hottest. Thankfully there is an old and very dusty Venetian blind on the large window which I can scroll closed to keep out most of the sunlight. It also keeps out prying eyes but, unfortunately, a lot of the daylight too. I have made this place a home and it is really, quite comfortable. True, I have no shower, but I do have a toilet and wash hand basin. It is enough. The ‘kitchen’ is a table and a cheap IKEA kitchen island, both of which I already owned. My ‘kitchen sink’ is a pink basin that is perched atop a large coffee table balanced on two trestles – I found all these items beside the ...