{"id":1682,"date":"2013-10-07T16:05:38","date_gmt":"2013-10-07T15:05:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.weirdbutinagoodway.co.uk\/blog\/?p=1682"},"modified":"2013-10-07T16:09:38","modified_gmt":"2013-10-07T15:09:38","slug":"one-night-on-the-streets-my-experience-of-the-p3bigsleepout","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.weirdbutinagoodway.co.uk\/blog\/2013\/10\/07\/one-night-on-the-streets-my-experience-of-the-p3bigsleepout\/","title":{"rendered":"One Night On The Streets…. my experience of the #P3BigSleepOut"},"content":{"rendered":"

This a cross post from my other blog but it’s an experience I though worth sharing here too…<\/p>\n

As I was getting ready to go out Friday night, sitting on the edge of my bed pulling on a second pair of socks – it struck me how perverse the situation I was about to put myself in really was. Warm in my house, stocking up on snacks and drinks. James and I were about to spend the night sleeping rough on the streets of Wolverhampton to raise money and awareness for P3Charity<\/a>.<\/p>\n

P3 charity and social enterprise. It started in Wolverhampton and now works nationally with the homeless. They run hostels and help people from all walks of life promoting independent living and supporting some of the most vulnerable and at risk people in our towns and cities – And those homeless that we were supporting Friday night, and that they support daily don’t have a second pair of socks to pull on, they don’t have the advantage of wondering if they would be warm enough in the 2 t-shirts and hoodie I was already wearing – they have to just get on with it and so I know my night sleeping “rough” was in luxury compared to some.<\/p>\n

\u00a08pm – Getting going<\/h3>\n

Arriving at their hostel in Thornley Street at around 8pm we were greeting by an already amassed group of about 45 other charity workers volunteers, residents and ex residents of the hostel readying themselves for the night ahead. After a welcome from the Mayor, and a cup of tea, old duvets and cardboard were distributed and we headed towards the civic centre, and St Peters Square which was to be our base for the night. Everyone was in good spirits as we looked to prepare our beds. Those that had taken part the previous year staked their claim to their spots and we found a bit of floor just under the overhang of the civic centre…. shelter of sorts.<\/p>\n

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