He knew about my tap. And my bed. The leaky one and the one that constantly had to be fixed. He experiences my wifi every night, and he saw my legs whilst I stretched my hips this morning. He knows what it means when the rickety of the drawer rolls, that drawer in that green wicker chest— that I am getting undressed.
He knows— that when the sound of that tap becomes louder and more consistent that the brush of my mouth is to come. And the sound of my spit. He hears the splashes of my nose blowing bubbles in my hands and infers that’s me washing my face. And my breathing muffled and pronounced by some material— he figures is me drying it.
He knows the sound of the bath here. The bath with the green and white tiles. He knows because last night I accidentally kicked it. How could that even happen he asked. Because I’m positioning my leg on its side. To rub my oil on my body.
I tried to make that sound extra loud.
I switched off the light for another night. The light to the bathroom. I moved over to my bed and swept my hands over the sheets (to fix it). My whole followed. I tucked myself under the covers
and put his voice on my chest.
Thinking, reassuring, as usual, that it won’t be long until he hears the sound that’s underneath.
He knew about my tap. And my bed. The leaky one and the one that constantly had to be fixed. He experiences my wifi every night, and he saw my legs whilst I stretched my hips this morning. He knows what it means when the rickety of the drawer rolls, that drawer in that green wicker chest— that I am getting undressed.
He knows— that when the sound of that tap becomes louder and more consistent that the brush of my mouth is to come. And the sound of my spit. He hears the splashes of my nose blowing bubbles in my hands and infers that’s me washing my face. And my breathing muffled and pronounced by some material— he figures is me drying it.
He knows the sound of the bath here. The bath with the green and white tiles. He knows because last night I accidentally kicked it. How could that even happen he asked. Because I’m positioning my leg on its side. To rub my oil on my body.
I tried to make that sound extra loud.
I switched off the light for another night. The light to the bathroom. I moved over to my bed and swept my hands over the sheets (to fix it). My whole followed. I tucked myself under the covers
and put his voice on my chest.
Thinking, reassuring, as usual, that it won’t be long until he hears the sound that’s underneath.
Writer-Director
IT'S ALL JUST A MOMENT
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 Sorry how much did you say the bananas are? |  holiday |  Daylight robbery |
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 I wonder if my music is too loud |  Ride em cowboy |  Shame they were decades apart |
 Oops, minding the produce |  Why are you being redundant |  If you drink you must eat |
 Shit save the decorations |  The dinosaur overlooking the putting green |  Best friends in another life |
 Hopefully it won't be too hard |  I'll stop the world and melt for you |  We get it you're getting married |
 Dipped, dipping, will dip |  O CHAMPS-ELYSEES |  IS THE POST OFFICE STILL OPEN |
 The green man works here |  Man child |  No pants party |
 Maybe one day |  Chicken that looks like a hand and a hand that looks like the chicken |  Block party |
 Basket for a single chicken |  Fuck |  THE JOY OF THE MOTHAFUCKIN (SALT AND VINEGAR) CRISP |
 But that's unfair you're bigger than me |  To the financial district! |  Assumptions |
 Whoops |  Ah you say it's a loo? |  Scary Wednesday |
 IS IT WINTER I CAN'T FUCKING TELL |  Yummy mummy |  Weather |
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Section 2
 Birthday party at our weird house |  Birthday party in our early-20s living in London world |  Eyes to camera, everyone |
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 Jack learned that pipes had to be cleaned of spit |  Eloise and oriel brought a joint present. They're joint |  Rosemary showed us her garden. V for victory, she exclaimed |
 He picked up the phone and told me he was watching the landing on the moon. And trying to figure out if it was real or not. |  Back in the damn cold. At least the people are cool |  Patrik pretended |
 Went to the local derby today. The loud speaker announced the stadium count to be 862 but supporters next to be called for a recount. They said that number was at least 300 short. |  Nanna didn't seem to mind that I had smushed the cake whilst running for the train. It must've been the heart shaped glasses I had bought each of us to wear |  If I had it my way there would be someone sitting on the loo |
 Bruno gave us some wine and showed us photographs of when he was younger |  Home as in this is where my family is from |  Dropped an olive from my mezze box |
 What are you thinking about? Oh I know, the world |  We clean the house on Friday so I got us pinafores |  The sun's in my eyes and it's great |
 Un dia, si quieres |  Maire got bullied for going as an elf |  Successful trip everyone? |
 Nanna got mince pies |  Texted my mum and asked her if there was anything she might like |  Aunt E gets me a towel |
 Went to the charity even private viewing of the exhibition last night |  WE LIVE IN A FANTASY WORLD CAN'T YOU SEE |  I think it's magical out there too |
 Leo made a toast to good health then we got smashed |  Freddie and Theo discussed the game of snooker diplomatically |  It really is all fun and games at the Nicholson's |
 As I was paying the bill an old man with a bald head and belted trousers entered and beaming, also asked for a table for one |  I sat down and sitting across from me was a normal family |  Day in the sun |
 Sunday evening |  My mum got the rules out because her mum was cheating |  Tuesday morning on the Northern line |
 Feet in the air we're on holiday |  I told the boys where to stand for their picture |  Tea with mum and nanny, bet you can't guess which is which |
 Flora, I need some water in the water |  Had a peppermint tea. Couldn't let it brew for too long |  It's ok I'll use a different one |
 If change is the only constant then maybe we can begin to see it as less tiring |  Guy I met at the bar |  They've discontinued the original where the rosettes go round the side but these'll do |
 You got a lil something |  At least there are still things like coffee and roses |