
We' ve rented a terraced house with the luxury of a roof terrace on one of the main streets. Bizarrely, it feels all very normal. Inner city living again, and car noises and people and very few animals. Its an old area and feels like there is a bit of history in the walls - all bent and crooked in our place anyway. My dear friend Clare sent me a book which was set in the area in the 1930's called 'The Harp in the South' by Ruth Park, which has given me an insight into what came before. I also went to see a great exhibition called 'Skint - making do in the great depression' , which rather frighteningly gives an insight to what it was like back then, with no money and furniture and clothing made from whatever could be found - mostly tea chests from the docks and sacks.
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