Did you see him....?

6:20am this morning I arrived in a deserted Ipswich to review the Sunday papers and do Thought for the Day on BBC Radio Suffolk.

I cut through this passage from the car park. Vaguely aware of some rubbish...

...on the way out I suddenly realised... it was a human being. This is where he sleeps...

I stood for a moment. Should I offer help? Should I buy him breakfast?

I decided that was a bit presumptuous. He hadn't asked for help.

Actually, if I'd slept here last night, the last thing I'd want is some do-gooder waking me up at silly o'clock t make themselves feel good...

Feel bad I didn't notice him on the way in.

What would you do?