Abstract:
There was also the lime at a drop-in meals service when the women at my table forgave my red-faced abstinence from the hospital-mash by sending me forth to claim my unwanted main and dessert portions so they could be packaged in discrete takeaway containers produced from oversized bags and eaten later. [...] I hadn't thought back then about the broken teeth, infected gums and sensitive stomachs of many rough sleepers which wouldn't handle anything substantial or about just how many tiding-over meals could be stretched from a couple of Eskies of boiling water with hotdogs bobbing, from the garbage bags of bread seconds, from the litres of sauce.
