Today, the guy who used to live here had to pop round to pick upper a letter, because for some reason, despite moving out 18 months ago, I still get a lot of his mail.
I didn't get much warning, so ran upstairs to, you know, try to not look like a tramp. I brushed my hair and stuck a headband on. Then I thought I should probably put on real trousers. And the I saw my face and decided that I should do something about that mess too.
Basically, I changed, re did my hair and even put on fucking make up, just because someone would be seeing me for about 5 seconds.
It wasn't even daylight.
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