A sort of poem
I was looking at flats to rent and I saw a listing on the site for a shop, the one up past your house near the Bellsdyke Road. It said it was £700 a month to rent and it had a turnover of £6700. I started imagining it like that film ‘My Beautiful Launderette’, though I’ve never seen it. I think it’s about aspirations of a poor person in the 80s. I imagined it would be like some sort of beautiful place that would be a corner shop elevated by spiritual beauty, like a soap opera