The hazards of the profession
A couple of weekends ago, I went into the city centre to talk to residents; the skies were blue, the air was warm, and the bright sunlight had drawn out happy families. I spoke to a lot of people. I chatted with an elderly woman who was perched by a bank on Cathedral Square; she told me that the weather had encouraged her to come out, otherwise she’d have remained at home alone. I spoke to a homeless man, who was at pains to tell me, unconvincingly, that he had somewhere to go and a place to stay.