Stephen R.
Glendale Guest House gave me somewhere safe and comfortable to stay temporarily when I was in crisis. It's not somewhere I'd choose for a cosy weekend away, but it was essential for me when I needed a roof over my head. The brothers who own it were very friendly and helpful. They always brought extra tea and coffee when I asked, and clean towels were available. Don't expect luxury, but if you need somewhere safe, this place can help. I ended up there after sleeping rough outside my home for nearly three weeks. A guy called Alan from Bolton Urban Outreach arranged my stay, after I had made repeated visits to Bolton Council without being offered a roof. My home had been repossessed by force one morning. The bank said neighbours told them it was empty, which was a lie. I was left with nowhere to live or sleep. My 10 year old Great Dane, Teela, who depended on me and was about 80 in human years, was put out on the street with me. For the first couple of nights we huddled together outside under my old bed quilt. Then neighbours stepped in: Mel offered the back of his work van for Teela, and Adrian found me an inflatable camp bed and sleeping bag. My stay at Glendale began two days after the British heatwave ended, and it rained nearly every night. This all followed the actions of a well-known Scottish bank, bailed out of huge debts in 2008 by British taxpayers like you and me. I should also clarify that Mike Andrews isn't my real name. I posted under it for legal reasons. Thanks for reading, Mark.
