“Are you an Inspector, well are ya, you stink you do,

you nosy parking f**k”,

the woman of the Churchfield

gave out as verbal abuse and then in a flash of

inspiration added, “I bet you have a bus pass don’t ya.”

Her boyfriend joined in feeling brave at being able to use the word stink

without referring to his own life as it crumbled down around

his ankles, complicit in her actions as I was in my own.

You could hear her up the metal stairs, warmed by the sun on an April day,