Good morning, the computer has turned everything pink.
Last night I went to the samaritans. The library closes at 8, and the soup kitchen opens at 10, so between those times is an ideal time to go to the samaritans. This branch normally doesn't do cups of tea as some other branches do, but last night they provided plenty of tea and biscuits.
Soup kitchen was fairly quiet and uneventful, I got all the food and tea I needed, and then I bedded down very comfortably for the night. I asked Jesus to keep me company and guard me, and He probably did, because next thing I knew my alarm was going off to tell me it was morning, a chilly clear morning, I walked down to the market, no money for tea, but I was going to go and listen to the gossip and laughter and borrow a mug so I could brew on my stove, they provided me with several mugs of tea anyway, on the promise that I will run to Tesco for anything they need tomorrow.
My breakfast is biscuits, goodness knows what lunch will be, and I can't cope with church today so I won't get any invites to lunch.
I go to the toilets for a wash, my wash kit is very depleted now, and I have no clean socks or underwear, but I take my boots and socks off and spray them with deodourant and anti-fungal spray, and I wet wipe and deodourise the rest of me.
There is an old homeless lady who comes in here, she really smells, and I always think people will blame me.

Now I am in the library. My next stop is a cup of tea at the Salvation Army at 11.30, and after that I don't know, weekends can be difficult.