• I KEEP hearing we are all in this together – but this is certainly not my experience of lockdown.

Over the Easter weekend my neighbour decided it was a good idea to have a carnival. He blasted his music out of his flat, cranked up the eleven. So loud the wall vibrated.

His lack of consideration prompted me to call someone. But who?

My first port of call was the non-emergency police number who advised me to call Islington noise patrol, which I did.

They told me that they couldn’t do anything until after 4pm and suggested I call my landlord. They basically said it was the daytime, so what was my problem, and added that I confront him.

I am old, live alone so, in case of retaliation, I feared for my safety. I am not rich, not middle class. I don’t live in a big house with a big garden.

Nor do any of my immediate neighbours. There’s nowhere to go. I’m left feeling so let down, so ignored and so helpless.

More than ever some are more equal than others. Would this have happened if I lived in Canonbury or Hampstead?

My advice to anyone else who finds themselves in this position is to forget about any help from the authorities.

It’s more of a crime to be poor. I know people are inherently selfish, but this experience took it to a whole new level.

Anyone who lives in social housing is well aware of the obvious inequalities and the level of support or help is minimal.

I fear that after this crisis is over there will be even more division between the rich and the poor, more selfishness, more entitlement by the wealthy.

I’m sorry for handwriting this but I do not have a computer. I’m not online, which just adds to my irrelevancy.

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