Hello,
It is Saturday, 11.55am.

yesterday after blogging I went and brewed a hot drink and cooked a tin of soup, rather a lot of liquid for a meal, but I don't really have anything solid left to eat.

I came back to the library and read books until 7pm, then I went looking for the elusive people who sometimes help, I never go to their houses, I only go to the churches in the hope that they are there.There is no-one there, only the choir at one church, and they don't know me.

I went to another church, it was unlocked and the lights were on and the radiators were warm but cooling down. I went in but no-one was there, I am sure I remember this happening before, I go in and sit nervously, hoping that whoever comes to lock up will be sympathetic. No-one comes.

I go and sit by the radiator, resting my bad arm against it in the hope of helping it. I fall asleep and wake up again at 10.30pm, no-one has been in but I slept well for a few hours, the radiator is now cool.

I consider the situation, I would like to sleep in the church but I know it causes church leaders headaches if anyone sleeps in the church, and I don't want to fall out with them, there is nowhere to hide in the church, and I don't want to be locked in and found in the morning, on the other hand I am sleepy and I want a sheltered night's sleep somewhere safe. I decide to go to where my bedding is and decide as I go.

I decide on staying outside for the night and sleep alongside the other church's wall (the church that lets me store my bedding), I sleep on the church side of the wall because it is safer.
The new sleeping bag is kind of feather filled, like an eiderdown sleeping bag, I arrange my now plentiful bedding and tuck down for a warm and fairly sleepful night, I wake at 7.30am realising that it is light and my alarm hasn't gone off. I clear up and brew tea, I use the last of my sugar in the tea.

I go back to the church that was open, I will never know if it was left open all night as there are other people going in for pre-mass prayers, I decide that the hunt for food is more important than prayers, so I keep looking for food, nothing. I have a wash in the toilets.

There is a craft fair being set up and I wonder if they will do tea, they are doing tea and I tell the man that I am homeless and have no money and he lets me have a tea for free - I only do this if I have to. There is also cake being given out, free to anyone, and chocolates, this helps to raise my blood sugar, though the cake is only a small piece and I will still be hungry for a while.

There is no other food to be had anywhere, so I will return to raid this fair again later, I have a tin or two left but I have to be sparing with the tins and the cooker fuel as both are running out.