My life fell apart when my wife met someone else and wanted a divorce. She kept the family home in Datchet with the kids and threw me out.
I moved in with a friend for a while but that didn’t work out.
Another mate had a dilapidated boat on the Thames which he said I could use. I stayed there but it had no electricity and was freezing cold.
Someone told me about the Project, and when I got there they took me to the council, where they said I was technically homeless because the boat wasn’t fit for habitation. The lady from the Project helped me fill in the form, as I can’t read or write very well.
When I was offered a flat in Horton, people from the Project helped me decorate and find everything I needed. I started doing voluntary work, gardening in a park. Then the Project helped me find a proper job as a kitchen porter in a restaurant in Windsor.
I do long shifts but still find time to pop in and see my friends at the Project sometimes. They are more than friends – they are like family to me.