Squatting is a world of extremes. Sometimes, as I lay in my bed in some beautiful old Georgian flat, heating blasting, eating delicious free food, I wonder why anyone bothers to pay rent. Other times, as I'm standing on the curb in the pouring rain, with bailiffs chucking my stuff out beside me, I think we must all be mad. Sometimes I just wonder how we get away with it all.
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