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:

Monday, 12 December 2011

I just went to the daycentre, they did me beans on toast and a cuppa, the rude man was there, he is more rude and ranting than usual and not making much sense, if I corrected his incorrect rants he just went off into stream of further confused rant.

My right leg is really bad today.

I went to get some spray deodorant and some cough lozenges, as I was walking pack the big issue seller stopped me and asked if I was eating properly, he said I was losing weight, I told him that was a good thing because I need to lose weight, he said it wasn't a good thing if I wasn't eating properly, I said that I was eating ok, so he left me in charge of his pitch while he went to the loo.

Here I am, annoying people because I keep coughing. I feel deeply low, and I'm not much more coherent and sensible than the rudeman today.

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