The heating goes off at nine. There is no blanket, so she sleeps in the coat.

She has slept in worse. She has slept in a flat above a chip shop with the door locked and the lights off and the police in the street.

The anger comes back at about two in the morning, which is when it always comes back, and there is nobody in the building to have it at.

So she has it at the ceiling, quietly, and then sleeps and wakes up still furious and has to do the whole first day.