It was an early morning, and Simon was sleeping peacefully in your small house in Chatham. Suddenly, he awoke to the sound of the kitchen cupboards slamming downstairs. He got up and stood in the kitchen doorway, where he saw you.

“You ok hon?” He asked.

“I’m angry. Don’t ask me why.” You snapped.

“I just woke up in a fucking steamy mood, yeah, cause I live in a shithole!” You yelled. “Do you know what I mean? Chatham, is a fucking shithole! I hate the fucking place!”