Questions like, 'have you no love for that house?' 'What has love to do with it? I have no money for the running of that house,' I say. I boil the water for the washing of my skin remembering how I used to take hot showers with the expectation I would always have hot showers that everyone had hot showers. The heating element is broke, the immersion is fucked I can't even afford the estimate of repair. We have WiFi but no butter for the four chunks of brown bread covered with a thick slice of ice in the freezer hidden by stalactites. The fridge now works as a freezer, frozen milk - how interesting. The oven door fell off, the toaster broke, the kettle is missing a piece though usable if you don't mind lime scale - chunky tea. The dryer tumbles but it doesn't heat. Why? Why have a tale to tell just do a good old fashioned now gonna work anymore like the toaster. That would please me more. We can wash clothes though drying them involves a bit of creativity particularly when it never stops raining. My friends discuss holidays, elaborate plans scattered throughout Europe - I just wonder which light bulb I should replace first. I need ten and I need the energy saving ones because for some unknown reason the normal ones keep exploding. Suggestions roll in: 'get a wealthy man,' they say. 'What good would that do? I couldn't make it work with a poor man,' I reply. The weeds are starting to grow again. My lawn looks like a fairy meadow. The lawn mower broke, the chord snapped. I'd cut it with scissors but we lost the good pair. Maybe if I could just get the lawn cut no one would know we're living in first world poverty. L.J.