This morning the weak sun shimmered hazily off the roof tops. A girl in a bright pink dressing gown sat on a bench, speaking Spanish from a sheet. I dreamt I was hiding in Sainsburys from a man, with my sister, and that it was a matter of life and death.

I am living in study rooms.

I am tired.

I have no underwear left.

I don’t have time to do laundry.