The night of the previous lockdown and family gathering speech I went full assault. And 9pm on a sunday night after listening to the drivel I grabbed some white ( I thought ) enamel paint and drove to a recently graffitied sign post outside our community hall. I failed to tell my partner I would be doing this. On the way, I realised I was not tall enough to paint it all and saw that my local pubs lights were on. I stopped in my painting gear to ask for two beer crates, the three other people asked what I was up to, we had a couple shooters and the pubs owner sponsored us drinks for the evenings activisties. We all ended up painting and taking part in cleaning up the board from the graffiti. We got home at 1am, I had enamel all over my clothes, car and car keys. The girlfriend did not speak to me for two days, but damn we had fun, felt liberating and started something bigger. We have a group called the "Comrads" now and we look at things we can do to fix our community together. PS the enamel paint was not white it turned out.
