Top Highlights

• It’s not awful. Cathy’s a nice person, in a forceful sort of way. She makes you notice her niceness. Her niceness is writ large, it is her defining quality and she needs it acknowledged, often, daily almost, which can be tiring.
• It’s Friday, so I don’t have to feel guilty about drinking on the train.
• If I sit in carriage D, which I usually do, and the train stops at this signal, which it almost always does, I have a perfect view into my favourite trackside house: number fifteen.
• I don’t want to see the other houses; I particularly don’t want to see the one four doors down, the one that used to be mine.
• I lived at number twenty-three Blenheim Road for five years, blissfully happy and utterly wretched.