I went looking for Mr Singh. (remember him?)
I walked to where he has been sleeping rough while we try and get him into the ridiculous system that exists to get the homeless into hostels in London. I went looking for his pallets that he has formed into a bed to lift him off the ground and away from the rats. I went looking for his sleeping bag. I went looking for Mr Singh.
But his home behind some rubbish carts has been moved. His home has been swept clean. Someone has found him and made him move on by locking the gate with a yellow padlock. No shelter for him tonight, no bed – I just hope he managed to grab his sleeping bag before he was evicted from his home behind the bins.
I went looking for Mr Singh and I found a yellow pad lock. Somehow it doesn’t seem too fair to me.