I'm sitting in my Lazyboy after a long day. It's a time to veg, but TV is not very interesting, and I don't feel like reading.

So, while I'm kicking back thinking of what to do, my thoughts turn to the people on the street. Where are they; what are they doing; did they eat; where will they sleep; what do they think about all day; what are their hopes and dreams? What is their day like?

The only way I know to find the answers, is to ask, so I did.

Here then is the first response I received.

Bob, (not his real name, in order to protect his privacy and my neck), does not drink or do drugs. Appearance wise, he is grizzled, his clothes not the cleanest, but under his ball cap, his face has a gentleness that reflects his courtesy and his overall demeanour.

Here then is the response that he wrote at my request...

"The day starts with breakfast at Potters Hands. Once breakfast is over, the crowds disperse. We are divided, there are drinkers, potheads, and crackers, and a few abstainers. Like the rest of society we have our cliques, on a whole society has written us off but we have our own support groups: we take care of our own. We are the lost children the ones people have tried to forget about or sweep under the rug, however we will not go away; there is no quick solution to our problem.

"There are a few of us that have learned how to survive and sometimes even thrive on next to nothing. Life on the streets is like a circus without a ringmaster, there is a show on every corner, the only thing we all share or have in common is our will to survive.

"My days are filled with thoughts of my past and my future, neither of which are important to anyone else but me. We all live meal to meal and day to day. We all have dreams and goals or aspirations, whether we express them or not is something else.

"Our days are filled with thoughts of a better life, of family we haven't seen for years. Hopes that one day this life we find ourselves living will get better before it gets worse, the only thing we can all agree on is that one day it will all end. Then and only then it will not matter if you were homeless or rich we will all be equal."