Thursday, March 8, 1984


Nathalie, a French girl, turned up at our final meeting, which we again held at the Pembroke Arms, She speaks English well, and has a certain air of Continental confidence about her and has squatted before.

Our meeting went well, and for a change, everyone turned up (even Pete), and there was much laughter and a hardly restrained excitement. We agreed on a plan of action and Keith and Morris promised a dozen volunteers from the Housing Association to help us tidy up the place. We’ll telephone the police immediately and inform them of our intentions (and before the neighbours do). The boards on the windows will have to be removed, and there’s a lot of cleaning out and repairing to be done. 

I can’t believe how quickly things have moved. This time last week it was all still pie in the sky.

No comments:

Google Analytics Alternative