I don't know when it was that I just became a lodger in your house, it stopped being mine years ago, and everything's changed so much there are barely traces I've lived here all my life. I guess it's just one of those gradual things. Repaving over the footprints we secretly knew were ours. I have my little nook in this corner of the house now, but really, I haven't been around for years, five years changed everything, more thoroughly than I liked to think it did, but it did, and all that moonshine about blood and water, I am embarrassed to even admit I did come home because of that. But thing is, right now, I realize that no one would notice for months, years even, if ever, if I were to fly back to London tonight. No one here, and certainly no one there. Except you. cos we live in the same house. But even you wouldn't notice for a couple of days. Then you'd cleanly forget as well. And that's okay, no hard feelings, cos you're just a week's paid leave from work when you die anyway. And then I'd cry for a bit. Once I thought my life would end if yours ever did. But really, that was a long, long time ago. let's just stop pretending.