So I noticed on the Strand that the Eastern Europeans are missing.
I was told that they were all being sent home, but I didn't believe it.
But they have been sent back, and it means that the rest of us get food and hot drinks in peace without being hit or shoved out of the way.
It isn't being prejudiced to say that as it was what used to happen.
I hope that Marcus hasn't been sent away.
I don't think they can send him anywhere.
I saw some familiar faces in London, but London is London, if people aren't there then they aren't there.
I was surprised to get my place in Southwark back, but I think the others don't like the tree root in the middle, I don't mind it. There was a resident in the next bush along but my place was vacant and waiting for me.
But there was fox poo that I didn't see in the dark...
If I had stayed and worked for the next few days I would have had more tea but less shelter, more food but the burden of carrying my bags around and the steps and walking as well as working really hard with communication would leave me very strained indeed.
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