Suzanne Harrington: Walking for homelessness — while hoping I won't end up living in the shed

Being menopausal helps the step count, given how I’m forever walking in and out of rooms forgetting what for.

To distract myself from the fact that my interest-only mortgage has gone up an eye-watering four hundred quid a month without any warning – thanks to me being stupid enough to live in the UK, and something the UK ‘government’ is calling a ‘mini-budget’, criticised by the IMF as “disorderly” which is global-finance-speak for the scream emoji – I sign up to a homeless charity’s initiative to raise money for homelessness by walking 10,000 steps a day.

Perhaps my subconscious thinks that if I hit the streets for street homelessness, my own home will somehow remain over my head.