Here we are, the start of a new century, a new king, a flying machine in the skies. But more important to us, these courts have finally been declared in sanitary. Ha, my father blesses so he could have told the Corpie that years ago. This report, such a looked at me like had gone mad. Leave, I said. Neighbors as neighbours. Just because their slums doesn't mean you can just get up and go. Not when you've shared so much happiness and sorrow over the years. It's not right, is it? The first house we entered was ten house, number two court, Fontanoi Street. The family have absolutely nothing, and the cellar door has been lifted off its hinges and laid down upon the floor of the room to act as a bed for their children. The father, having used his clothes to cover them, then settles on a wooden box. Hugh Farrie daily post. It's the children that suffer. I watch them every day, swarming out like rats drawn to the light. The pallet is awful to behold. Meers skeletons in rags. Some clustered around the mellifount in fighting for the right to quench the thirst. Lee Jones, the league of welders. Paddy and me settled in Scotland road, business, it's Catholic and all. But you know, you wander around and it's a real melting pot. There's a regular china town down Pitt Street. There's black folk in Brick Street. Even Filipinos in Frederick Street. But somehow we are all rubberland together. There's no point not to. I used to clean in those windows, Polly. You've been at it all morning. Father I, from St. Vincent's, is round here later. So I want to make sure it looks nice. Well, that's my turn to put a pass of tea on today. So come round when he's gone. My tummy is de-chirp, each for his self and God for his all. But when our rose and dad exchanged his tune, the whole court turned out to pay the respects, joined in a subscription too, as we had nothing to pay for burial. The Saturday and Sunday, which I spent in that court, I always shudder at. I'm very sorry to think that, although what all the world is getting wiser, the Liverpool courts are getting no better. New laws empower the corporation to clear these dwellings, but their obsession with statistics saps their resolve. Hush him in, porcupine newspaper. Things are finally starting to change. I never thought I'd see that wretched, Hornby Street demolished, but I don't say change in for me, not in my lifetime. These 450 new homes, it's still just a trickle. It won't help the likes of us. Come back in 50 years, and maybe by then we'll have piped water and fresh air.