I went to the daycentre, they were doing the christmas draw, I hadn't dared to buy a ticket, but the rudeman got me to help him see the numbers on his ticket as he didn't have his glasses.
He won some perfume.
I sat and had a cuppa with rudeman, he talked about all the help he had given to homeless people.
I went outside and two of the daycentre volunteers were there, I told them about my problems last night and one of them is an ex-rough-sleeper so I asked his advice and he walked with me round the corner to where he used to sleep and said I should try there, he added that he would help me to build a shelter at some point, it is a place with permission to sleep, but I will have to climb over the wall every night.

We went back to the other volunteer and she took to cuddling me and making a fuss of me and saying that she was there if I ever needed to talk, this is a bit odd after the other chap doing that earlier as well, anyway, we all chat and laugh a bit and then I wander back to the blog. I am strained from trying to write the historical blog, so I read other survivors blogs.
The main library closes at 5pm today and all I get now until monday is brief stand up computer sessions like this. I have a cup of tea, it is cold outdoors, it seems to be alternating wet and cold, but rudeman said it did indeed snow last night while he was out in his car.