‘He’s doing it again,’ I shouted over to Jess. She was in the kitchen, sweeping up the biscuit crumbs I’d promised to clean up an hour before. ‘He’s moving all the bins again.’
‘You’re caring too much,’ she said, now joining me by the front window. ‘And your sweat is staining my blinds.’
I had my hands breaking a space between the blinds just large enough for my head.
‘You’re making fun of my disa...
