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:

Saturday, 24 December 2011

I have been shopping, town is quiet, the tea stall is not busy enough to need me and they will be packing up soon. I wish the tea stall man would stop trying to anylyse me and delve into my past, it is beginning to affect me. I do not know how to explain to him that it is not a good idea, I know he means well, but he is getting carried away with it.

I am here and the internet cafe is quieter now. It is freezing cold outdoors, with steel grey clouds. I will be glad to go to the bed and breakfast in a few hours and have a warm soapy shower and wash my hair. I am pretty much all set for christmas, all the meds I need, all the food I need, new bootlaces, etc.

I had a nice e-card today from my old counsellor.  I also had an email yesterday from someone in Hometown, but I cannot put myself at risk by acknowleging it in case it gets back to the diocese as it used to. I know my counsellor will not correspond about me, but there is no one else in county A now who i feel safe with and am in contact with.

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