When i was young, I remember my Dad bringing home a strange man one day, who i found out was homeless.

Dad had met him somewhere and got chatting and found him very interesting and intelligent and brought him home.
My memory is vague, but i think he had a bath/shower, Mum fed him and he stayed the night at our house.

Mum was a bit concerned that he might steal from us, but Dad wasnt worried.

in the morning after breakfast i think he went on his merry way.

Typical of Dad, kind and caring and ever so interested in all kinds of people! 

He was such a lovely man, i’m proud to be his daughter xxx