This was unpublished.
So here's I am. King's Cross. Time till departure 35 minutes. There is a persistently heavy rain falling on Old London Town. But I didn't let it get me down. This morning I woke close to 6:30 and was gone from St Aphelge CSF by just after eight. I followed the railway bridge and was shortly deposited by the Tate Modern. It is a lot closer to Borough Market than my perambulations would suggest when I returned at 6:30 on Sunday night. It might have been my imagination, but the frown Sister Joyce gave me when I arrived at the door might've been reserved for anyone late arriving to the establishment? So I ate the cold shoulder of mutton I was provided and went to bed intent on being gone before any more frowns. Last voucher given to homeless person. I've eaten quite enough this morning so it seems only fair I give what I can. The young white gentleman looked quite shocked as did the young Middle Eastern lady I saw sat in the cold outside Southwark Cathedral. Actually I...