This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Friday, 16 December 2011

Last night I was really worried about the weather forecasts and the market people scaring me with weather predictions, so when I went to the samaritans I asked if I could use their phone to try to phone my friends and see if I could get a bed for the night as my phone is out of credit.
I tried phoming P. but his neighbour answered the phone and said P. had gone to the shop, I get a few texts from P. every day but I have no credit to reply. He has probably gone and wandered off as he is not there when I phone back later.
I try my other friend who I am going to stay with on Friday night, and I leave a message, she phones back after I leave the Samaritans and says that I can come and stay, so I walk up there, I am walking better, I wonder if the new medicine can really be working already.

I sleep well but I dream, I dream of police, police, police, I dream that I am back in the Island, I dreamed I was at St.C's church but it was partly Hometown Cathedral as well, T. and the brute safeguarding official were standing there, I was angry and threw what I was holding at them, which appeared to be a bag of licorice, they vanished and then there were police walking across the churchyard. I was still in the island but not at the church, my phone rang and it was the sneering scornful police, they told me that sargent ? sent his regards and that I had to report to the police station every day.

I woke up and had the usual bad feelings of the church and diocese being invincible in winning and wiping my side of the story out completely etc and the bad memories.
I had a quick wash and breakfast and hurried out so that my friend could get on with her work, she took my thermal top to wash as I will be going back toher tonight and the weather is just very wet, no proper snow at all. The market people keep going on about snow and bad weather and sending me into a panic, it is never as bad as they say yet.

I walk back into town and here I am, I found two stickers on the way, I need three more so I am going to have a sticker hunt at my next break.

I wonder why I always think of my dad when I am walking along that road between town and my friend's house.
'Shalom Abba, Mah shlomech?'
'Tov meyod motek, bah Shamayim'.

I am sure he is very happy.

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