I cannot begin to explain the euphoria and inner warmth on this cold winters night, of watching a steady stream of buses, pull up and see husbands going home to their new borns, wives going home with the Xmas presents, school kids jumping on, rushing to get home to a warm home cooked tea. I could sit here all night. Well, in fact I am. It's so lovely its hard to describe, mainly because my hands cold and my fingers are numbing. Quite lonely though, there's only me and the road sweeper on community service. Which is nice..