I arrive back in Brende Gardens much as I left. I am no more able to explain why I dropped out than I was to explain why I went in the first place. Apart from a brief flurry of ‘how do you expect to get a good job now’ dad lets me be. I go, in my black cord jacket, to my interview at Kingston Library, which seems to consist entirely of being stared at in disbelief. Not so long afterwards I get a Christmas job on the receiving dock at Bentalls, the local department store. I’ve found my level.