Little did I know that a few weeks after the coronation, following eviction, our slum life would end and we would have baths, beds with sheets and blankets, three meals a day – and shoes that were not holed. Pullovers and other niceties that other classes took for granted became ours. These were all administered by tough-handed nuns who mainly came from the west coast of Ireland and who had devoted their lives to Jesus and the wellbeing of the downtrodden.
You could get a bus from our part-condemned slum flat to Buckingham Palace and – or. I have yet to see my handiwork.
