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Bobby and I and what happened. Chapter 7: Bobby doesn't give up. |
There was great difficulty in W11 in regard to
housing, and there were lots of squats in the area. We were evicted
from our squat and were put in half-way accommodation in Dawson
Place near Notting
Hill Gate. 
 For a time I had work teaching children in one of the
children’s television programmes based in Birmingham. This
meant that we (that is my husband and I) could put a deposit down on
a small house in Wales. It was a stupid idea because we did not get
on and it would have been better if we had split up. But I couldn’t
see the wood for the trees at that time. When I came back to London
there was Bobby outside my door. What are you doing here? I said. I
live in Notting Hill Gate now, she said. Where have you been? she
said, I’ve been looking everywhere for you, and I explained what had
happened and we went for coffee. In the feminist and gay politics of
the time monogamy and marriage were considered repression, so going
out regularly with one person as a partner was not seen to be right,
so everyone drifted along in a hippie drug-induced state a lot of
the time. Bobby did not take drugs and always turned up unexpectedly
as if by magic, I thought at the time, but now I realise that she
knew exactly what she was doing.
Chapter 8: Bobby in Wales |
| Picture: the house in Dawson Place where I was living; me at door, at that time. |
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