Social Housing, Granny Flats And Channing Tatum
Without Prejudice
I have never had a bother living in Social Housing. Oh, I tell a lie, when my daughter had her first Social house I said to a girlfriend,
" If I have to go in to Social Housing I am going to bite a bullet "
She said she would take me in and as much as I love her as a friend she tends to be a bit of a whingeing wog ( her words ) and screams rather than talks so that idea was out.
I was born a socialist. My Mum and Dad, grandparents were all working class background and Grandad George Wilsher worked in the mines as did my uncles. George hated Winston Churchill for firing on the miners in the days of the miners strike, but the rest of us all loved Winston. In fact the day we arrived back in The U. K., was the day of Winston Churchills funeral. A bone achingly grey cold day.
Just quickly my parents immigrated to Australia when I was two. My Dad was a Glasgow man and I had been born in Edinburgh. My Mum was a Yorkshire lassie from Wakefield. They returned to the U.K. when I had just turned twelve. We cruised there as the cost of Airfares were prohibitive at that time. My Mum was starting to show signs of Post Traumatic War Stress. She had been shot at and terribly injured.
In England Social Housing was brilliant. Everyone lived in Vast Council Estares and had no bother with it at all. All the houses were the same but neat, clean, warm and I can't recall that there was any form of snobbery against living in one. Unlike Australia where Social Housing or Ministry houses were deemed de classe.
In Australia we lived in a Nissen Hut for two years to pay back the Australian Government for Assisted Passage. Both my parents served in the Second World War and came out to Australia as Retired Soldiers.
If the refugees now think they are doing it tough, they should have been the fifties and sixties, even seventies immigrants.
A documentary made in the Seventies shown on Australian T V , interviewed an English couple who were immigrating. The woman said when asked what she thought the Hostel would be like in Australia replied to the interviewer,
" We think it will be a bit like BUTLINS, " (BUTLINS being a popular Holiday Camp in Britain)
My younger brother Dave watching, replied out loud to the TV,
" Sucked right in "
No one in Britain think living in A Council House or Flat is a bad thing. People were only too glad to be housed after the War. But in Australia it's regarded as " Poor "
Why I wonder.?
We have big blocks of land and The Ministry Of Housing provide great resources for the infirm, homeless, disenfranchised.
My daughter Yvette has been in her Ministry House for ten years. Never been behind in her rent or Bills. She is so glad to have it. Without it she would have been " Stuffed"
She had five small boys when she moved in. The youngest ten months at the time.
She had been in love with her partner since the young Teen years and he simply refused to straighten up and fly right.
She didn't set out in life to be a Single Mum.
But the reality of her life, was that Single Mum she had become.
She had been living in an old Ministry house in a poor area, set amongst other Ministry Houses.
It was too small, too cold, ( One of her Sons had Asthma) and her ex who had by then turned feral knew where she lived. It was a nightmare.
So one of my other daughters and I went to the Ministry and begged she be moved out of the area. They said, No.
As we were leaving my daughter pointed at the Area Manager and said,
" If something happens to my Sister and her Children we are holding you personally responsible and we will go to the Press. "
Shortly after the feral ex turned up, smashed all the windows in the house, hit my daughter and his own ten year old Son who stepped in to help his Mum. The five year old ran next door and begged the neighbour to let him in. She ran outside and grabbed the baby and ran back to her house and by then the five year old had calmly called 000.
My daughter and Sons were moved to a new house within 6 weeks.
She has not looked back. The house was big, relatively new, affordable and was placed between " owned " homes and private rentals.
Five years later I was privileged enough to apply for a Granny Flat to be placed behind the home and granted it. I cried the day the two workmen handed me the keys. My ex husband couldn't house me, my ex Fiancé couldn't house me but my daughter and Sons could and did.
I had been paying private rental of $320 a week for two years and took in Boarders but it never sat right with me. I missed having Family around. My new rent was $50. I had to downsize to a one bedroom apartment but it was MINE. Mine for life and can be moved to anywhere inside of Vuctorua as its considered portable.
40 men came and worked on erecting it for a week. Roof, walls a brand new bathroom, new kitchen and new carpets. There was mud from asshole to breakfast time but it was complete in a week and I love it. Three weeks were taken to install all the services and permissions. Water, gas, electric. We share water but I have my own separate meters for the Gas and electric.
I have privacy when I need it, and Family when I need company.
I love my little home and I help with Family Management.
I also do all the gardens, and most of the Maintenance. Maintenance is free and The Ministry Maintenance Men are great. We have our own Plumber, Electrician, Carpenter and they are men who love their work and we worship them. You have to love a " Tradie "
We await one that looks like Channing Tatum. Lol,
Nette x
My older Brother James who died in Australia, aged 11
My half Sister Joyce ( on right ) and my Sister Jackie and Joyce's husband, the famous composer and arranger, John Fox. All singing at his piano.
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I have never had a bother living in Social Housing. Oh, I tell a lie, when my daughter had her first Social house I said to a girlfriend,
" If I have to go in to Social Housing I am going to bite a bullet "
She said she would take me in and as much as I love her as a friend she tends to be a bit of a whingeing wog ( her words ) and screams rather than talks so that idea was out.
I was born a socialist. My Mum and Dad, grandparents were all working class background and Grandad George Wilsher worked in the mines as did my uncles. George hated Winston Churchill for firing on the miners in the days of the miners strike, but the rest of us all loved Winston. In fact the day we arrived back in The U. K., was the day of Winston Churchills funeral. A bone achingly grey cold day.
Just quickly my parents immigrated to Australia when I was two. My Dad was a Glasgow man and I had been born in Edinburgh. My Mum was a Yorkshire lassie from Wakefield. They returned to the U.K. when I had just turned twelve. We cruised there as the cost of Airfares were prohibitive at that time. My Mum was starting to show signs of Post Traumatic War Stress. She had been shot at and terribly injured.
In England Social Housing was brilliant. Everyone lived in Vast Council Estares and had no bother with it at all. All the houses were the same but neat, clean, warm and I can't recall that there was any form of snobbery against living in one. Unlike Australia where Social Housing or Ministry houses were deemed de classe.
In Australia we lived in a Nissen Hut for two years to pay back the Australian Government for Assisted Passage. Both my parents served in the Second World War and came out to Australia as Retired Soldiers.
If the refugees now think they are doing it tough, they should have been the fifties and sixties, even seventies immigrants.
A documentary made in the Seventies shown on Australian T V , interviewed an English couple who were immigrating. The woman said when asked what she thought the Hostel would be like in Australia replied to the interviewer,
" We think it will be a bit like BUTLINS, " (BUTLINS being a popular Holiday Camp in Britain)
My younger brother Dave watching, replied out loud to the TV,
" Sucked right in "
No one in Britain think living in A Council House or Flat is a bad thing. People were only too glad to be housed after the War. But in Australia it's regarded as " Poor "
Why I wonder.?
We have big blocks of land and The Ministry Of Housing provide great resources for the infirm, homeless, disenfranchised.
My daughter Yvette has been in her Ministry House for ten years. Never been behind in her rent or Bills. She is so glad to have it. Without it she would have been " Stuffed"
She had five small boys when she moved in. The youngest ten months at the time.
She had been in love with her partner since the young Teen years and he simply refused to straighten up and fly right.
She didn't set out in life to be a Single Mum.
But the reality of her life, was that Single Mum she had become.
She had been living in an old Ministry house in a poor area, set amongst other Ministry Houses.
It was too small, too cold, ( One of her Sons had Asthma) and her ex who had by then turned feral knew where she lived. It was a nightmare.
So one of my other daughters and I went to the Ministry and begged she be moved out of the area. They said, No.
As we were leaving my daughter pointed at the Area Manager and said,
" If something happens to my Sister and her Children we are holding you personally responsible and we will go to the Press. "
Shortly after the feral ex turned up, smashed all the windows in the house, hit my daughter and his own ten year old Son who stepped in to help his Mum. The five year old ran next door and begged the neighbour to let him in. She ran outside and grabbed the baby and ran back to her house and by then the five year old had calmly called 000.
My daughter and Sons were moved to a new house within 6 weeks.
She has not looked back. The house was big, relatively new, affordable and was placed between " owned " homes and private rentals.
Five years later I was privileged enough to apply for a Granny Flat to be placed behind the home and granted it. I cried the day the two workmen handed me the keys. My ex husband couldn't house me, my ex Fiancé couldn't house me but my daughter and Sons could and did.
I had been paying private rental of $320 a week for two years and took in Boarders but it never sat right with me. I missed having Family around. My new rent was $50. I had to downsize to a one bedroom apartment but it was MINE. Mine for life and can be moved to anywhere inside of Vuctorua as its considered portable.
40 men came and worked on erecting it for a week. Roof, walls a brand new bathroom, new kitchen and new carpets. There was mud from asshole to breakfast time but it was complete in a week and I love it. Three weeks were taken to install all the services and permissions. Water, gas, electric. We share water but I have my own separate meters for the Gas and electric.
I have privacy when I need it, and Family when I need company.
I love my little home and I help with Family Management.
I also do all the gardens, and most of the Maintenance. Maintenance is free and The Ministry Maintenance Men are great. We have our own Plumber, Electrician, Carpenter and they are men who love their work and we worship them. You have to love a " Tradie "
We await one that looks like Channing Tatum. Lol,
Nette x
My older Brother James who died in Australia, aged 11
My half Sister Joyce ( on right ) and my Sister Jackie and Joyce's husband, the famous composer and arranger, John Fox. All singing at his piano.
My Muso Dad
Our immigrant Boat, The S.S. Otranto
From left, my brother David, me and an Indian Girl I befriended on the boat taking us to the U.K, The Ellenis, a Greek Liner.
On right, my Mother Natalie Wilsher, as was, and friend dressed in Thornes House Uniform.
Me at 15 on Holiday in Scarborough U.K.
Me in Australia now
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