2 weeks after moving into an apartment block in Oval, London I organised a neighbourhood lunch. I knocked on all the doors and said I wanted to get to know my neighbours, and if they wanted to come for a lunch thing, where people would bring their own food (optional) and get together in our communal backyard. I made flyers, printed them and shoved them under everyones door. We had food, chats and drinks on a windy Sunday in our garden.
I live in the Woodlands, originally council housing, eaten up slowly by real estate companies. I am part of the ‘problem’, being the resident in one out of two private units in the block.