I just fed that dope dealer's niece tea and painted her nails without even knowing who she, or he, was.
Man, how fucked up.
That's the brightest kid I've ever met.
I usually have a lot of kids in here at evenings. DD1 made friends with a little boy who lives in this building and he comes here and we don't mind he put the word out.
I'm usually here on my own and I feed them what I can and make sure they're not all in the street acting ghetto and here is safe and warm.
Kids need a place to go.
She said, 'I don't know why he acts like that.'
She's 10, ffs. She's into Harry Potter. She spent a long time looking at my bookshelves.
There are three of them in here. It's fucking mess but there are rows of bookshelves and I'm the only who who is over functionally literate.
So I told her to just pick whatever book she wanted and she could have it.
And earlier I'd told her about this guy downstairs and how all these people are after him, trying to get in, getting in, screaming they're going to kill him. Because, well, it's not like they sounded like they were here to play bridge.
I had two blokes with Eastern European or Russian accents wrap on the door softly and when I said, 'Yes', say, 'We were just checking if there were someone else in this close' and slide a £50 note through the letterdrop.
I stayed up the rest of the night afraid they were going to petrol bomb this dude's flat and kill all of us.
I was out on the balcony (okay, I was smoking a fag). And she says, 'That's my uncle Andrew down there,' worry all over her beautiful face.
WTF do you say to that?
I said, 'He needs to sort himself out.'
WTF. That girl probably all worried about him.
The police are after him, too. I've seen him, he's a good looking fella.
What a fucking waste!