5am and fast asleep.
The doorbell rings …
The rough-sleeping man, tall and bearded, is back in town.
He’s hoping for coffee.
Possibly he is hoping for money, but I think he believes me when I say I don’t keep cash around – it’s true.
I give him two cartons of chocolate Get-Up And Go milk drink, two packs of breakfast biscuits, and a pair of socks.
Year after year he is back.
He says that he has been going through rough times – and I am sure he has. But it is his life – his career … I think now that he actually likes rough times. Spare him a prayer.
But “Lead me not into temptation” – keep your doors locked, lest you get him into trouble.
No chorus yet – just a distant pair of carolling magpies, black and white in a monotone pre-dawn.