Dear Wigleaf,

I am smoking a cigarette out of my parents' attic window. An owl is hooting and a fox just trotted by. Every 5 seconds or so, a car screams quietly down Clarkhouse Road.

I am leaning into a chest of drawers so that I can get the smoke out of my lungs and out of the window.

It's a bit awkward.

I used to live here, but I don't now.

All best,

Jonathan