Days of impecunity.

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Doesn’t it feel so good to be able to climb into bed at the end of a hard day, into a warm, comfortable, safe bed with clean sheets? The windows are fully glazed and there is no chance of rats, snakes or ne’er-do-wells creeping up on you. Nor will a police patrol spot you as they cruise by and move you on into the cold, wet night. And you’re well fed. I’m blessed with these comforts now, but I do miss the nights I slept on park benches, behind shops, in derelict buildings, outhouses, train stations and beach huts. And it was always in winter. That’s how I travelled back in my days of impecunity, back in the 70s when the world was a different place, and I remembered it tonight as I slipped between clean sheets, bringing to mind the bitter coldness when my feet refused to warm up for days on end. What hardships from your past would you not tolerate now?