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, 9 December 2011

I went to the homeless lunch, my weekly dose of humiliation and gossip. But no, the gossips are bored, my friend Scotty appeared. It's funny how P. reappeared yesterday and Scotty appeared today, I have never seen him have lunch here before, we talked about life outdoors and indoors, he says he thinks he will be here indoors for a year or so before moving on. A serving lady joined our conversation and we ended up talking about the war and different nations.
Lunch was ok, then I went to take a Christmas card to the daycentre, with a note of appreciation for their help. I had a quick cuppa and read my book, then I went to get a new bandage for my leg and a bottle mouthwash.

Yesterday I found a £5 by a cashpoint, I went to pick it up and the lady using the cashpoint looked round, I showed her the note and asked if it was hers, she looked bewildered, she looked at her purse and cards and hesitated and said she didn't think it was hers, I told her I was homeless and asked if I could keep it and she looked relieved and said that I could.

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