I went to get my bacon roll, the cup of tea I was given with it was warm, not hot, why is everyone doing warm tea today? hm.
As I leave the centre there is an old man outside, he is usually mildly rude, but todayhe is beginning to irritate me, he calls me harry potter and the milkybar kid, is it worth explaining to him that I loved my long hair but it wasn't practical to keep it long when I was made homeless and so it stays cropped, and my clothes are the most practical for a homeless person, jeans jumper, shirt, boots. Who cares what rude old men have to say? If they have nothing better to do then that is their problem.

I go back to the camp, there is hot water at last, so I have several cups of hot tea and a peanut butter roll.
And here I am to tell you more about London, and to try and explain more about what has happened to me.