I love the inexplicable. I saw it the other day when I was walking along North Road. It was a piece of paper, orange and cut into the shape of triangle and then tied with some string onto a signpost. I have no idea what it meant. I just liked it.
The homeless man who has long made his home in the large shelter along the Prom has returned after it’s renovation post-storm. He keeps all his belongings so neat. I walked past and his bag is placed squarely at the foot of his sleeping bag and his food and water supplies in a small orderly huddle on the ground. A gentle man and a gentleman, I think.
Two resignations last night. Will he ever go?
