He said YES
I had the feeling to be in a council tax office… You know the sort of places where you get a number and wait to see this number on display on the screen.
On the right, desks behind windows, like in a post office really. It feels like an ant hill on the back of all these people imprisoned in their small transparent boxes.
One, two, three, four, five…
Then he said YES.
Full stop to my life in this country. Or maybe just a comma. YES, just a comma.