Ahem. Knocking softly. He might be asleep. I hear the creak of a bed spring and then his big flat feet on the floorboards. The door unceremoniously opens. He's standing there. Wearing, hmm three sweaters I'd say. Beanie hat. Ripped jeans. Simpsons slippers.

'Y'alright Mate?'

'Yeah just wondered if you wanted to chip in for some ingredients pal. My mum's lent me her crockpot you see. Thought I'd make a curry and freeze some. You're welcome to some mate. If you like?'

'Yeah yeah sure. Thanks buddy. I'd like that.'

'Cool yeah well I'm just heading down to farm foods now, if you want anything?'

'Don't think so Mate. You're not going into town are you?'

'Nah, it'll be shut by the time I get down there.'

You scratch your foot head and furrow your monobrow.

'It's only twenty minute drive innit?'

'Yeah but I don't have a car. Had to sell it to pay for my lad's operation.'

'Oh right. Get a good price for it did you?'

'Six grand, it was an old couple. You know chapel road? Wanted to get their grandson a first car. It makes me laugh. Six grand! Still. It's helped me out no end like.'

'Yeah. How is he?'

'He's alright like you know, he's very good like that. He don't complain. As long as he's got his toy cars and football cards. He's a good lad. And the doctor said they have high success rates on this one. So fingers crossed.'

' He's in my thoughts and prayers mate. And I mean that.'

He grabs my shoulder and give my back an earnest pat. His amber eyes widen gingerly under that furrowed brow and he nods continuously.

I think he's waiting for me to say something but the words get stuck in my throat.

' Thanks mate. Best get going. I've turned the heating off.'

'Cheers pal.'