Wednesday 25th December – Christmas Day
Weight: 13.13 (Not quite what was planned) Calories: 2,600 (junk food was only food available) Fags: 5 (have no nails left) Alcohol Units: 0 (excellent) No. Of Boyfriends: 0
7.00am Merry Christmas! Hurrah! Am wide-awake and perfectly ready to venture out into the dark morning ready to help the needy. Am amazed at the amount of people around at this time of the morning. A gentleman comes to meet me at the Station where I am being picked up and I steel myself for a hearty Yuletide greeting.
‘Are you with Securicor?’
‘Ummm, no.’
‘Just what I fucking need this time of the morning!’ And off he goes. Perhaps I am too romantic when it comes to Christmas.
7.15am Rosie turns up in her car to give me a lift to the shelter. Her car is full of people and I wish them all a Merry Christmas and fortunately they return my greeting with good cheer. This is more like it. It turns out that the gentleman is a reformed alcoholic on his fifth and Rosie is helping at the Women Only centre for the tenth year. Claire, like myself, is a ‘shelter virgin’ and works for The Guardian.
7.45am Bermondsey Christmas Shelter Project. The converted, disused warehouse is heaving with merry volunteers most of whom seem to know each other. Naturally my killer instincts are sharply on the lookout for three things. Potential boyfriends, caffeine and the smoking area. I must say there are some very tasty looking men around including Jason, our Team Leader, who looks very snazzy in his sweat shirt, jeans, Timberland boots and a Santa hat. Everything seems very organised and warm as we are given our lecture on the ‘Rules’ in the guest’s area. Jason takes off ten of us to the main hall where we are given our duties for the first two hours. I am paired up with a talkative woman called Mary and we are seated in a corner of the large hall. Around us bodies are beginning to stir.
‘I’m terribly sorry about that. Sat there, the supervisor thought you were guests.’ Bastard! We had been encouraged to talk people. And do I really look like a homeless person? I grab a coffee and head for the smoking area to blag a ciggy.
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