Leaving Home.

This morning I was out at the letter box when I heard loud voices across the fence. A young man had gone down the steps in a hurry, carrying a suitcase. An older woman was at the top of the steps, sending insults down to her young boarder. The man took it on the chin, I thought, packing his bags in his loyal, silver car. He exercised his right of reply to her in a calm voice of controlled anger, knowing it was eviction without notice when he had another day at the office. He said something that still haunts me: 'You are just greedy, taking all my money! ' - 9 June,2016.