Copyright M.A. Bilborough.
It wasn't a good start to the day for Martin Adamu.
He'd run out of one-pound coins for the electric meter again.
That meant there was no electricity, no hot water, no heating, and no hot breakfast.
Somehow, he couldn't face starting his day without a hot shower and a steaming mug of coffee at least.
Martin picked up his overcoat and his key and opened the front door of his rented bedsit.
He ran down the thickly carpeted stairs from the third floor, opened the outside door to the building, and ran out into the snow and freezing air.
Fortunately, even at this early hour in the morning, the little Indian grocer's shop was open.
The owner, Abdul Aziz, greeted Martin with an understanding smile when he saw Martin with snow on his slippers and the pyjama bottoms showing under his overcoat.
Abdul changed Martin's five-pound note for the coins he needed and wished him luck.
Martin now realised he might miss the train if he didn't hurry.
Once back in his bedsit, with his thumb, he hurriedly pushed a couple of coins into the meter on the wall.
All of a sudden, the ceiling light, television, fridge, and electric heater all came on at once.
The ugly room suddenly became more appealing again.
Fifteen minutes later, Martin emerged from the tiny shower built into one corner of his living room, bedroom, kitchen, mini bedsit.
Despite the electric heater, the place was still icy cold, so after getting dressed, he felt the need to put on his overcoat once more while he cooked his breakfast.
Martin sat down at a little wooden table with his bacon sandwich on a plate and his mug of coffee, enjoying the warming effects of hot food in his body.
He leant his mobile phone against a plastic flower pot containing a rather brown-looking cactus, which Martin suspected had died ages ago, but he kept it just in case it might still be alive.
Harmonica player wanted for professional band.
Blues music specialists only may apply.
Copyright M.A. Bilborough.
It wasn't a good start to the day for Martin Adamu.
He'd run out of one-pound coins for the electric meter again.
That meant there was no electricity, no hot water, no heating, and no hot breakfast.
Somehow, he couldn't face starting his day without a hot shower and a steaming mug of coffee at least.
Martin picked up his overcoat and his key and opened the front door of his rented bedsit.
He ran down the thickly carpeted stairs from the third floor, opened the outside door to the building, and ran out into the snow and freezing air.
Fortunately, even at this early hour in the morning, the little Indian grocer's shop was open.
The owner, Abdul Aziz, greeted Martin with an understanding smile when he saw Martin with snow on his slippers and the pyjama bottoms showing under his overcoat.
Abdul changed Martin's five-pound note for the coins he needed and wished him luck.
Martin now realised he might miss the train if he didn't hurry.
Once back in his bedsit, with his thumb, he hurriedly pushed a couple of coins into the meter on the wall.
All of a sudden, the ceiling light, television, fridge, and electric heater all came on at once.
The ugly room suddenly became more appealing again.
Fifteen minutes later, Martin emerged from the tiny shower built into one corner of his living room, bedroom, kitchen, mini bedsit.
Despite the electric heater, the place was still icy cold, so after getting dressed, he felt the need to put on his overcoat once more while he cooked his breakfast.
Martin sat down at a little wooden table with his bacon sandwich on a plate and his mug of coffee, enjoying the warming effects of hot food in his body.
He leant his mobile phone against a plastic flower pot containing a rather brown-looking cactus, which Martin suspected had died ages ago, but he kept it just in case it might still be alive.
Harmonica player wanted for professional band.
Blues music specialists only may apply.
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