Some of them are, absolutely. One day when I was on my way to pick up my youngest from school, in our little rural Devon town, there was a firetruck next to one of the buildings with its ladder up. No smoke and no sirens, so I didn't know what had happened--until a few days later I learned the enormous pig living in the flat up there had gotten sick and called 999, and they couldn't get it out the door. They had to cut out a section of the wall to hoist it down. The difference is, thanks to the enormous welfare state there, you don't see them on the streets as much. They all have their council flats, their dole money, their free home help--all provided by the taxpayers, of course--and their doctors make house calls. So they never have to leave their homes.