
(photo: maria monfort plana)
back to lighthouse in liverpool to catch up with some young ex-homeless peoples.
and to do some more pictures that will hopefully provoke a little thought amongst us that aren't homeless.

the afternoon onwards went sour.
as if i wasn't already a fatalist...
somehow the mini-peroumobile shatnav managed to direct me to a small housing estate outside of manchester.
right postcode totally wrong location.
on the way to work this out i subsequently got directed into a new bit of road configuration that the local police know is confusing to drivers, and where they were waiting to give people 3 points on their licenses and a fixed £60 fine (or a day in a manchester court of appeal).
things got much worse: repeatedly and grew progressively frustrating.
mostly too boring to write about.
did not eat dinner at 'room' because it was 'closed due to unforeseen circumstances'??
did eat at 'the grill on the avenue' which was delicious but ruined by the bad, loud, live singer assassinating chaka khan's 'aint nobody'.
etc...etc...