This is probabably the penultimate post on this project, one last story from the last day on the path before turfing the whole area.
We are starting to pack away the days eqipment at the end of a full on day,
'Come the F*****G HELL round here now and just have a look at this mess'. SEE what the ******* kids have done this ******88& little ****3£ & **$!&*********// mess!
This is the woman who lives adjacent to the site we are working on addressing me very loudly and trying to get my attention.
'Oh er will I need a brush or a bucket of water or something like that'? I replied.
'Bring what the **^%"""1$ you like, but I have had enough of this and I am NOT putting up with it any MORE. See what has happened now'.
The front of this womans house looks like the Bosnian Serbs dug in on the ridge yonder have shelled the front of her house. Only they used cement instead of shells. It is peppered in blobs. Front door, brickwork, the UPVC windows the front path, the plastic white gas meter box at the front and the garden fence.
'I have been pushing for this project, raising money, attending meetings for 2 and a half years to make this happen. AND this is the thanks I get. No respect from these kids they are wild'!
There a silent pause …..'I think this woman has a point' I said to the 15 kids standing in the road watching this drama 'and you should appologise and clear this up. Can we have a bucket of hot water please'.
The response is a barrage of verbal abuse, the main point being, it was not us and how dare she swear at us like that. Two children help us clear this mess up. The rest pace and swagger protesting innocence watching us use hot water, brooms, brushes, J cloths etc.
I am begining to feel like a Nam Veterain, 'Would you go back to Nam?' I will be there on Friday to finish.
