In my garden I have the most moving gift I ever recieved. It's a bit of a long story so please bear with me. A homeless man was sleeping rough on some waste land behind my house. I passed the time of day with him, gave him the odd cup of tea etc. He was a nice man even though it was obvious he had mental health and drug issues. All he wanted was somewhere safe to sleep. He'd been there around four days when one of my neighbours came back from a short break. She tried to get the neighbourhood to gang up on him and make him move but some of us wouldn't so she called the police. She told them that he was leaving syringes around and that children played on the land. Neither of these statements were true. In fact she won't let the children play on the land. Anyway the police came to move him on. As this was happening I went to talk to him. I told him I was sorry this was happening to him and I hoped he would find somewhere else to sleep that would be safe. As he packed up his stuff he took out a little metal man made out of nuts and bolts. He said it was the last thing he owned from when he'd led an normal life and he wanted me to have it. I was so touched. It has no value in terms of money but that man gave me the last thing he owned and so it's priceless.
Giving Lifts - the car variety!



and I know you won't mind me saying that I'm glad he's your ex.!
