I like it here in my shed. There are cobwebs in the roof and it’s chilly in winter, but it’s all mine. I can make a brew, read the paper and even have a smoke if I want to. There’s an old comfy chair that I relax in and listen to the sports news on the radio.
I hear horrific screams from outside, people shouting and even loud bangs like gunshots. It sounds like the end of the world has arrived.
I’m safe here in my shed, but I snap the padlock shut on the door just to be sure.