I need a clean bedroom

I buy shelves

boxes

a lampshade

a wooden bowl for fruit, even

The day that I stop

I drive into a garage

reverse into

uproot

a fuel pump

Back in my flat

which I rent

the boiler stops

My girlfriend

doesn't receive

the letter that I sent her

The next day

the plumber comes to fix the boiler

You have to get to the boiler through my bedroom

He messes my room

leaves a coffee ring on my leaning shelves

The plumber can't do anything

because the electrics are fucked

I think about the fuel pump

about insurance papers

about three points on my licence

which I haven't mentioned