Mid-afternoon in the Bedsit

Em is out with various brothers and sisters visiting, so I sit in the typhoid-yellow light of the bedsit, reluctantly listening to the indistinct sounds of punk-ska bands coming from the Brunswick fesival across the other side of Western Road. It has just turned a quarter to two in the afternoon. Spent the last few hours reading threads about 'creepy stories' on random forums, watching old documentaries on Youtube about serial killers, and flicking through 'The Mammoth Book of Crimke Comics' that lies next to me. It seems hot out there, but I haven't ventured outside yet to find out. I talked to Joe briefly on the phone. I should like to go out for a long walk but I am afraid the town may be clogged with holidaymakers