A small room above a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

There is construction outside, but I am too tired to lift my head. A jackhammer, and someone shouting about the pub, a fistfight. The beep...beep...beep of a truck backing up, then the gate unhitched.

A moment of silence before the contents roar out.