Jez tumbled onto the floor, fighting his way out of his bed sheet that had become a twisted knot that had wrapped its way around both ankles. He breast stroked his way across the floor of magazines and clothes sweeping and thrashing at them on his belly, kicking his way loose from the sheet that was riding up his legs.

His mobile rang again, a high pitched eighties synthesiser type of irritating tune, increasing in volume as he fought his way across his bedroom to the office chair by the gaping window, ripping the remainder of the bedsheets and duvet from the bed. He tugged at his Jacket placed tidily on the back of the chair. The plastic coaster wheels dug into the carpet and the hard heavy back of the chair tilted. He realised his mistake from ground level and lurched up to greet the chair with his head. The protruding chair leg looped itself around his keyboard wire bringing the desks clutter to ground and a beer can spun spraying stale beer over Jez and his Jacket.

“Lucy!” He cried when he finally answered the phone from inside the pocket of his damp Jacket. “You OK babe? What time is it?”