The flat was dark, dank, and the curtains were drawn, the light shining through just a crack to illuminate the mess. It was strewn with empty coffee cups, half empty cider cans, various women's magazines, general letters and papers, and old takeaway boxes. Against a wall was a battered chesterfield brown leather sofa with an old blanket on it. A ginger tabby cat laid curled up on the window sill.
