The Homeless...
Wednesday and Thursday - two country bumpkins spent two days in the 'Big City', staying overnight in the Premier Inn. This was like a mini-holiday for us - It is only 40 miles from home, but that is where we find our nearest hospital and dentist, the nearest travel agents, the nearest cinema, the nearest MacDonalds, and the nearest supermarkets. Whopppeee! So this is how the other half live???
Well, I say the 'Big City'. I am referring to Wrexham which isn't a city at all, it's a market town. There aren't any farmers shopping in their tractors, there aren't any flocks of sheep clogging up the high street, and very few people are wearing wellies.
Walking back in the evening to our hotel, right in the centre of town, we went past a pile of rubbish which had been thrown there by an inconsiderate citizen. Pedestrians were having to avoid treading on the black sacks and old clothing; they looked at the pile in disgust.
Just like I did.
My wife noticed that there was a pair of shoes sticking out at one end - and then we realised that the pile of rubbish was a man lying down, covered in garbage.
He probably stayed there all night.
I asked a policeman friend of ours about it, and he said it was a common sight. I then asked him why he was just left there, and he asked me what I thought should be done about it? The police have nowhere to put him.
If he isn't ill, the hospitals don't want him. If he hasn't committed a crime, the jails don't want him.
The hostels for the homeless are hopelessly few, and they cannot even accommodate all those people who queue up at their doors each evening.
The Salvation Army, bless their hearts, do what they can for the homeless; they provide these people with at least one hot meal a day. They have limited resources.
Many of the homeless people are incapable of looking after themselves. They may have drink or drug habits, they may have mental issues.
I don't know the answers to these questions, and I'm not sure that there are any answers.