The morning here is bright and VERY cold. Every night when I go to bed I am thankful for a roof over my head, a warm bed and food in the cupboard, and then think of the folk who are sleeping rough. I have no idea what it must be like to have no soft bed, and very little to keep me warm, and then wake up with Nothing. What a terrible way to have to live, and yet this sort of thing seems to have become 'accepted'. Tramps have always been around, and I always understood that they chose their way of life, but so may people now seem to have no choice but to sleep rough. This is just my thought for the day, no political axe to grind, no solution to the problem, just a thought for those less fortunate.
The Republic of Ireland and their tensions with migrants.