Grim news! our estate's going to pot

What’s knife crime concern in downmarket areas of London compared to the social alarm stirring in the council estate where I'm lucky enough to live?

Anxiety and nerves in my corner of the metropolis has been sparked by a printed warning sent to each household on the estate, whether they can manage our language or not.

The news must be sufficient to have devious drugs laws originator Tricky Dicky - er, former President Nixon - spinning in his grave.

Keep your windows closed

Under the heading, Drugs on the Estate, the warning to each flat reads, ’Many residents are becoming concerned as they can’t open their windows due to the fumes from cannabis being smoked in the stairwells or outside properties.’

The document reveals that smoke entering ‘neighbouring homes’ from pot parties affects children. Quite how it affects them is not disclosed.

The grim news might bring parents of teenagers a moment of relief and a chance to get their breath back - with the windows shut, of course - from the current community anxiety of children slaughtered in London’s knife epidemic.

Puzzlingly, the usual qualification for living in a council estate is a marked shortage of wherewithal.

Yet the pleasure seemingly erupting in stairwells and empty spots really costs.
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