I'm close to screaming. Texts from son. Left the squat over a week ago, texted he was hitch-hiking to Scotland, no money. More texts from him today: "Hey, homeless in Edinburgh, pretty hard, freezing cold, wrapped my feet in bits of an old scarf, trying to find food and somewhere to sleep each day, hoping to get energy to hitch back." me "OK, take care, I'll put £20 in your bank account, you can get something hot to eat, keep me posted" "thanks, love you, will use the money to get a bus back to England" "Don't think £20 will get you that far" "found a bus leaves tomorrow night, gets to Wales 5.45.a.m. gonna find somewhere to crash til then, met some anarchists, maybe can crash with someone rather than on the streets" "then what? love you loads but bit worn out with all this" "I'm not strong, this adventure has been harder than I can manage." me "bloody bonkers. You chose this life and these adventures.I've accepted that. it causes me worry and sadness, but you're a grown man" "love you loads too, I chose it, it's not always gonna be easy, i'm always going to want to talk to you when I'm down or when I'm happy. I'm pretty down now" Do I send him enough money to get a bus to Wales now? Then what? I'm worn out.