Homeless in Haunted London

BY ANDREW MOODY In the haze between exhaustion, sleep and consciousness, I feel something tapping my foot. It’s pouring with freezing rain, and I’m curled up in a ball by a bus stop somewhere in Aldwych. I’m penniless, no bus or train pass, no way of returning to the acute ward I absconded from some days ago, walking for hours and hours sobbing through the … Continue reading Homeless in Haunted London