John was provided with accommodation during Covid19. He was also linked in with the Homeless To Home program, a life changing program where clients are provided with housing with rent capped at 30% of their income. Imagine going from the street or a tiny hotel room to getting your own place with cooking facilities, bathroom, bedroom and still being able to afford to pay for food, clothing and phone. John has no drug or alcohol issues. He has been homeless for over 8 years and is only in his mid thirties. His hygiene is impeccable but he is not in receipt of Centrelink. He is eligible but finds the process of engaging with Centrelink overwhelming. Sometimes he can do it and during Covid19 he was lucky to be registered, so for almost a year, with no reporting requirements he was able to save money and was housed in a hotel. When the reporting requirements by Centrelink were reinstated John failed to meet his obligations and was suspended. John tells me that he was off benefits for 3 years once because it was too hard. He tells me that in order to take up the offer of a home he has to register for Centrelink again. “It’s all too much.” he tells me. “It’s easier if I just go back on the street.” I let him know that he will have a case manager, someone who can assist him to get back on benefits but he shakes his head, “I’ve got anxiety, but Centrelink want me to do all these things and I can’t. It sends me crazy. It causes me so much stress, the street feels so much easier.” John just wishes that Centrelink and others would understand that everyone has a different story and that they should be assisted according to their story, their needs.

Carrie wears a dressing gown and slippers and has been referred by a hospital. She has been cleared by mental health after attempting to harm herself last night. Carrie can’t remember why she did what she did, but because of her actions the motel she has been staying in won’t have her back. Carrie was intoxicated last night. She is intoxicated most nights but tells me proudly that she is no longer drinking every day. I commend her. Every step in trying to address your addictions is huge. However, I turn my back and she manages to get a large glass of red wine from another client sitting opposite her. Jacob also exited from a hospital after surgery on his back. He arrives with a 4 litre cask of red wine. I try to assess him before he becomes too intoxicated. I remove the cask from him and tell him he can have it when he leaves. He gets up and struggles out on his crutches. He sends a woman in to ask for his cask back. I walk out and give it to him. I can’t give it to his friend as I can’t be assured that his friend will give it back to him. I find alternative accommodation for Carrie and hand back her large glass of red wine when she is outside the centre. Jacob is too intoxicated to support. He is yelling because he can’t get up and it is cold and awful sitting on the footpath. I call an ambulance and heat a meal. He is returned to hospital too intoxicated to accommodate and too unwell to sleep rough. A vicious cycle.

There are a number of shopping trolleys that appear in our film. Trollies are ubiquitous in the street homeless communities. Yesterday while walking to the park I saw a man on a bike dragging his trolley behind him. It was full of belongings and swinging madly. It was early morning and I hoped he got to his location before the roads got busy. That night a woman entered our centre with her trolley. She unloaded her goods; 4 plates, a few pot plants, some toiletries, a couple of books, two mugs, a large 10 litre jar full of water, 3 bunches of dying flowers still wrapped and some utensils. She needed accommodation. She was not well. She wouldn’t go to the hospital. We tried to accommodate her but she wouldn’t leave her trolley, and we couldn’t transport it in a taxi. She was grateful with what we could provide her, a meal, a chat, a sleeping bag and a blanket. It took us more than an hour to help her pack her trolley and leave. She became frustrated with her own chaos and apologised a number of times for how long it was taking. It was close to midnight when we got her out the door. A few minutes later she returned. She wanted to give us the name and address of a local lawyer. She asked us to look him up. “He’s a good lawyer” she said proudly, “a great lawyer. He is my dad.”

At the beginning of Some Happy Day there is a scene where we see two women heading back to their car. They mistakenly go to the wrong car. When you watch be aware that the car they go to is a home. It is full of personal belongings, pillows and blankets.