I’ve mentioned them before. The homeless people you see on the streets of Milan. The crazy woman with her designer gear (sort of); the black immigrants with nowhere to go; the old men with the beards or the disabled with no hope except to show off their deformity like they were in some 18th Century circus.

And I often think – there but for the grace of God go I – since I know it doesn’t take much to fall off the social ladder – no job = no home = no chances.

But, thank God or gods or whoever it is in whom you believe, I’m not there – otherwise I probably wouldn’t be there at all but, rather, six feet under.

A thought for those without the festive fun at Christmas or, more importantly, without their own home, for whatever reason it may be. Life isn’t always fair or just. But no one, surely, deserves to be without a roof over their heads?