Where: St Giles

Who: Those that Survived

We have a dwelling here that is our own, hard by Kings Cross it is, no palace, for certain. Our home is in an old schoolhouse and church that stands within Saint Giles Cemetery, a closed cemetery it was, by which they mean a full one, but they opened it up a little for us, it is just by the Royal Veterinary College and the St Pancras workhouse. It is fitting enough that Giles is the saint we’ve been grouped with, he is the patron saint of cripples, you see, and of convulsions and of childhood terrors. There’s quite a number of us that live here, we residents, we have made it our mission not to have servants but that each takes his turn and is as important as any other. It is a social experiment, I dare say. Blood is all mixed up here and we don’t much talk about it. We have a shop here at Saint Giles’ and it is open five days a week, 10 a.m. until 3 p.m., you may visit us here if you like.