I don't mind that you took the freezer food, the milk, one of the bottles of olive oil, and the full box of corn flakes, and it’s not for me to say whether you had to take the sugar, all the sugar, as well as the flour, all the flour, because either way I can get more, and I can get more aluminium foil and greaseproof paper and cling film, all of which you took all of, even the already opened rolls, but I suppose you need that for whatever you’re cooking in my casserole dish, but I always did want you to cook more so I can’t complain about you taking that, nor the throw pillows and the blankets on the couch, which I bought, but you picked them out and I guess I’d rather pick out my own throw pillows and blankets that aren’t patterned with animals now that you’re gone, with the TV and speakers and PlayStation as well, which was mine but you used it every day and now I’d rather not have it in the flat at all, so you can take that and the art I put up on the walls, though I would rather you have taken your posters too, the ones that were in our room, all those metal sheets of the video games that I bought and you played, but you did take the oversized stuffed toy mouse you got for me, the one which you cuddled in bed more than we ever cuddled each other, so I can see how that might make it easier to settle into your new place, your parents’ place, where you’ll be sleeping with my contoured memory foam pillow, which I figure you’ll need to deal with the back pain after carrying all those boxes out, those boxes in which you carried out two years together in two hours, those boxes in which you carried out all our towels and both our bathrobes and my slippers, which I do understand because it’s a cold time of year and I can just run it a bit hotter here until I get some new ones, plus I understand you taking the shoe rack for them and your two pairs of trainers as well, but I do appreciate you lining my shoes up against the wall in the hallway, now without my rainjacket and my umbrella since it was raining on the day of the move, and it must have been a long move on the way to England, so I understand you running back in for the cookies and chocolate I kept in the pantry, and I know it’s hard leaving Glasgow so I also understand grabbing those those touristy magnets I collected from the parts of Scotland I had visited for work which I put on the fridge, the fridge that’s now without any milk,