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No social-recourse and be homeless, to parents and over-crowding again, or with friends similarly fixed, sofa-surfing their home, such as-it-was de-faulted, re-possessed. Their Home-Mortgage rent no(t)()-insurance their assured-pension against dire-poverty and homelessness. To sell-back at Market Price, the difference between the paid-back buying-price and selling-price, and of which they would have lost completely to The Bank…The Mortgage That they did not actuarily now own, and may not ever, actually own, lose-lose.

If this place was ever to become their own owned nothing to pay-back then, if they managed to keep paying-off the loan for the ‘Shelter from the Storm’ as they called Home. The loan would anyway be paid-off many times over if they were ever to pay off the debt. Both worked to pay-off the loan, which although it was supposed to re-duce each year did not seem ever to keep up with pay and prices. The Home was bought with a loan, a promissory note, deposited and co-lateraled together with their combined lives and the home itself. When the housing market was ‘buoyant’, and mortgages easy to get. Time, and then after they were married, in a small rented flat in The City, before they needed to afford somewhere to live together, and to bring-up their two small children.īoth saved, and with some financial help from relatives (deceased) they had managed to get this Looking over the street below, now starting to become busy with traffic. Eight-floors up,Įight flights of long turning concrete rubbish chute and stairs, and fire escape, for when the elevators did notįunction anyway, which was often and took days sometimes to repair. It was and it would take long enough to pay for. ‘It is like living in a rabbit hutch’ She often said emphatically and metaphorically, and He replied withĪ shrug, nothing to say in reply. Albert was a conscientious objector in the second World War, and the family and personal reasons behind this are questioned and explored through personal story and testimony and place.

I have also published my father's autobiography of love and war: Albert George Stow of Walthamstow (1915-2014), in his own words. Of parents, of which only one, their mother, my great aunt Caroline Mepham, survived their's, and our stories told into the millennial future, 2019: the future of war, conscription and conscientious objection, to all generations since. The story is inspired by real events and the story of one family, of brothers, of which only one survived. Born 14th March 1898 killed 30th November 1917, Cambrai, France in the first World War, 101 years ago recently. Walter is a maternal cousin of the author, from Kent, and Sussex, and London, England. My auto-biographic of Walter Mepham is so sub-titled because Walter's story is also driven by true events, now with added photographic illustrations, and in the first person. From Ukraine and Nigeria, to the future of the world as a whole. Into The Abyss, follows Rogue Citizen, to become Global Citizen, and to scan forward into a pragmatic, democratic, and technological future, through inter-personal dialogue, dialectic and journalistic diagnosis of real historical, and futuristic events recounted, from Tunisia and Morrocco to Myanmar. WarFair4: is a serialised e-novel reviewing the economic banking and credit crunch crisis of the first decades of the 21st century of Global Secular Economic-Political and real Religious Wars through the perspective of a Clerk and Banker meeting on a train on The Day The Markets Stood Still. Born in Walthamstow, Essex, England, I have written poems and short fiction from an early age and I am now publishing the result of that lifetime's practice as you read, or listen to my work, graphics in words and added pictures, and comic, in that there are some laughs, if you get them, if not, hard luck, try again.

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