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

“You ok hon?” You asked.

“I’m angry. Don’t ask me why.”

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