....
A young and beautiful English woman with two children spent a long time browsing in the charity shop I was in. Her young teenage girl was keenly looking for a nice garment; she tried on a few things. So did the mother, The toddler was happily playing with the toys for sale on the floor. Idyllic? Well, not quite. The mother seemed a bit anxious. I had a feeling she was one of these customers who are looking for an excuse to take it out on you. Finally, they decided which items they were going to buy and, when paying, the mother asked me what sort of charity Octavia Foundation is. I explained and she was most impressed. On hearing that it provides affordable housing she got most interested as she exclaimed: 'We are homeless! Maybe Octavia can help us!' They did not look homeless. However, as it turned out, they had escaped domestic violence leaving everything behind. They have nowhere to live together. The older girl is living with relatives and the mom with the little one with friends. Getting a roof with the local council seems impossible unless they move out of London, maybe to a different part of the country. But their life, relations, friends and schools are here....
....
A poem on the underground train:
At Octavia, Wandsworth Bridge Road, there are giraffes waiting for you:
Cats between Fulham and Hammersmith:
Shepherds Bush:
No comments:
Post a Comment