Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Am I The Defender Or The Prosecutor?

I have clambered down through a tiny doorway over worn grey leather seats into a court room. Seated in rows are various people I half recognise- all here to decide the future of my flat. The council has offered me £3000 to move. I know it is not enough. I can't work out who is supporting me. An old scout is there - I think on my side - but two fat women who I thought friendly are making snide remarks. My helpful solicitor I realise is opposing me and wants me out of my flat. I don't really understand the case. Am I even on the right side myself?

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