CHAPTER THREE: Reality Bites
I have lived in District 2 for as long as I can remember, but it hasn’t always been that way. My father used to work for Walthamstow Council until he was made redundant in the Winter of 2012 as the council decided it was no longer necessary to keep the streets clean now that there were no longer any tourists around. My father was born in Leyton and we lived in a small 2 up 2 down terrace. It wasn’t fancy but it it was home. Shortly after my dad lost his job, he and my mother (and most of the rest of our street) were rehoused in District 2, the only area of London we could afford.
