TATTING AT THE FLATS

I thought I might have some incident to report something more to say at the end of the month I hoped but ‘no’ as I come in at the top entrance to the flats there’s rubbish broken up and I remember earlier seeing two people riding away on their bikes after clearly tatting at the bottom way in.
Tatting at the flats.
I thought, ‘oi, fuck off, me and the rest of us who live here got first go at the thrown outs.’
I picked up an armchair once after giving it a good smell checking if it had been pissed on by animal or human to be told later when I’d said what I’d done that it had belonged to someone I knew who’d moved from the block to a maisonette in Armada. I was relieved and pleased and so was she.