Saturday

I have befriended a homeless guy who sometimes sleeps in a one man tent on the Caen Hill flight. 

I first met him last November when he was a mess. He disappeared for a few months and turned up again a few weeks ago. We chat regularly now. He's cleaned up and says he's trying to take more care of himself.  He's bright, articulate and interesting. I'd like to help him in some way but am, so far, unsure how.
 
A fab sence of humour and we laughed a lot this morning. Perhaps that helps him in a way. I haven't yet asked what circumstances have led him to living in a tent. All I do know is that he's surprised everyone by living beyond 30. 

Louise arrived later and we took Nigel and the children to the cafe at the top of Caen  Hill. Louise bought Hetty a doggy icecream. 

Tent man sleeps rough on a canal bank and eats tinned mackerel and bread for breakfast whilst my dog gets a bed in a lovely home and eats icecream.