I have been known to complain about my flat. The road is loud and polluted. The upstairs neighbours ripped up their carpet so I can now feel every footstep and hear every argument. The local foxes practise their jujutsu all night long. But it is warm and secure.
The rise of homelessness in the capital can hardly go unnoticed by anyone who leaves the house, with underpasses and alleyways dotted with sleeping bags, cardboard and tents. Yet the thing about the homelessness crisis is that the streets don't even tell half the story. That is because the vast majority of homeless Londoners can be found in temporary accommodation.
