George Orwell ends "Down and Out in Paris and London" with these words:
"Still I can point to one or two things I have definitely learned by being hard up. I shall never again think that all tramps are drunken scoundrels, nor expect a beggar to be grateful when I give him a penny, nor be surprised if men out of work lack energy, nor subscribe to the Salvation Army...."
The paragraph ends "nor pawn my clothes, nor refuse a handbill, nor enjoy a meal in a smart restaurant. That is a beginning."
And we were woken in the early hours as Col got a call out to a rescue. So I was bumbling sleepily about making him sandwiches. Thankfully I had two slices of bread left with which to do so - otherwise I too would have been needing a rescue.
The Misper (missing person to peasants such as myself) was found, safe and well.