I am seven. My mother and I are moving to America. My mother tells me that dad is staying in Korea for a while. I will miss him although he was rarely home.

I was woken up at about 6.30 a.m. by a hammering on my door. “Come in Alun,” I shouted. I dressed and went downstairs to find Alun in an agitated state.

Another day older and deeper in debt. Thanks to Tennessee Ernie Ford.

prepare for day’s journey with shower---shave dressed with the glitz of adornment