At the back of the flat, it is hidden away. A converted cuboard some might say. Bursting with clothes, shoes and books and a single bed just for me.
Family and friends decorate the four walls and a fireplace for my headboard.

I pull open the heavy sash window and spark up a fag. I look down from the fourth floor at our Beautiful shared garden. I watch the young man play football with his son and his wife fussing with the tomatoes in the green house.

As soon as I open the door I see men and women going about their day. On time for their nine o clock hair appointments, others on their morning run and some lifting deliveries into their shops. I see the friendly fruit and veg. man who always says hello and concious people stacking recycling down the street below.