Carrying around all our belongings
7.30am. We are at the Whitechapel Mission drinking some coffee and waiting for breakfast. I find myself listening to the weather forecast on Sky News as intently as if I was listening to the result of the general election. I can’t think of anything more important to a rough sleeper than the weather – unless, of course, you have an addiction.
A few days back, a Whitechapel Mission worker told us that in the 26 years he has worked in the mission, the low temperatures of the winter have killed thousands of homeless people and that the average life expectancy of the homeless is 44. However, I don’t think it is going to be an easy task trying to stop us from accessing one of the several rolling shelters that open yearly at the end of this month. These rolling shelters (luckily for us) accept self-referrals and therefore our St Mungo's CAT can’t stop us from accessing one.
Declan is desperate to get a haircut. We brought a hair clipper from Birmingham but Declan put it in the bin a few days ago. No point in carrying stuff you can’t use. Neither the Whitechapel Mission nor the Dellow Centre offers a hairdressing service. No wonder homeless people stick out, even in presentable clothes.
A group of polish rough sleepers we see in the Whitechapel Mission and the Dellow Centre are quite a resourceful bunch. They have their own hair clipper and yesterday started cutting each others’ hair in the Dellow Centre – despite it not being permitted – in the room used for watching TV or simply chilling out. Soon they had a queue of homeless guys, all wanting a haircut. By the time we realised what was going on, the queue was too big for Declan to join. If it wasn’t because homelessness is not a laughing matter, I would have found the spectacle hilarious. It shows how many homeless people are desperate to be discreet in public places like libraries, pubs, shops etc, and pass as normal people.
Declan and I are still carrying all our belongings along with us, including two sleeping bags. This is because neither our St Mungo’s CAT nor the Missionaries of Charity are willing to provide us with shelter for the night and therefore there is nowhere we can leave our stuff. That, of course, is a powerful reason to keep us sleeping rough. Our movements are seriously restricted and predictable – making surveillance extremely easy.
All the food handouts take place in central London (Trafalgar Square and Lincoln’s Inn, among others) but they are inaccessible to us. So, we keep the cheese sandwiches that the Dellow Centre gives us for breakfast until lunch, and then buy something for £1.50 between the two of us in Sainsbury for dinner. When in the library, we have to tidy all our things every time we have to move from one floor to another to use a booked computer.
Our day is very simple: early morning in the Whitechapel Mission for coffee and breakfast, from 9.30am to 11.30am in the Dellow Centre for another breakfast and shower, then it is to the library to type my blog into Microsoft Word, then we walk to Crisis where we can use a computer and have some coffee. Between 7.00pm and 8.00pm we go to Sainsbury to buy our dinner. Our last stop before returning to our patch is an internet café to update my blog.
12.30pm. Update
Before leaving the Dellow Centre at 11.30am, Declan asked at reception if the centre would put in another referral on our behalf to be visited again by our St Mungo’s CAT. He was informed that our case was raised by the centre in discussions with our CAT yesterday and that the centre would not refer us again because the CAT had said that there is nothing they can do for us. It appears our St Mungo’s CAT did not provide any reasons. The centre then confirmed that the Missionaries of Charity are the only ones accepting self-referrals. The centre could not confirm, however, that the rolling shelters that commence every year at the end of this month will also accept self-referrals.