I might just toss a coin, like I do a lot these days. I use a heads-or-tails app on my phone and actually it’s been working out pretty well. Not just for stupid stuff like which outfit to put on, but for all the important decisions, too. I’m still not finding it very easy to trust my own judgement, but I reckon that’s understandable, all things considered.

Just a question of time, really.

I’ve been out of hospital a couple of months now and I’m doing all right. To start with, I was transferred to a halfway house type place for a couple of weeks which wasn’t brilliant, but then the council came up trumps and found this place. It was here or going back to Huddersfield and even though Mum and Dad said they’d be happy to have me home, I wasn’t sure they really meant it. Plus, you know . . . Huddersfield. This place is handy, because it’s just across the bridge from Brent Cross, on the top floor of a house that’s been converted into flats. I’ve got a decent-sized room and access to a small garden. I can’t say I’ve exactly bonded with the other tenants but that’s probably no bad thing. The bloke on the ground floor with one ear and a scary dog is definitely dealing crack. For some reason his cooker’s out in the hall, so sometimes I come back late and find him frying sausages just inside the front door. There’s a woman below me with a baby and I’m not sure which of them wails the loudest, and there’s some other bloke I’ve never seen, but I smell him on the stairs sometimes and I can hear him swearing in the middle of the night.

I think it’s best if I keep myself to myself.

That’s not to say I don’t have a social life, because I get out and about as much as I can. There’s no Wi-Fi here, so I walk over the bridge to the shopping centre every day. I sit in Costa for a couple of hours, have a coffee or a sandwich and get online. I try to keep in touch with people. Banksy seems to have gone AWOL, but I talk to Sophie and one or two others.