Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Friday, 23 December 2011

Random thoughts, there was a lot of rustling in the alleyway last night, I thought it was the rats and I worried about the food in my bag, but when I walked into town the wind was quite strong, so it could hae been the wind.
I like the dark early mornings, I wish they never had to end. The sky lightened but was full of dark clouds, it is dark clouds and a lovely strong wind out there, I genuinely love this weather.

I am finding it hard to be in the library even though this is the last day.

Earlier I was remembering some homeless person somewhere who was drunk and was adding ketchup and pepper to their tea, I wonder where that was?

I wonder how my homeless friends in London are doing? They have a lot of Christmas meals to go to but the reality is that homeless is homeless no matter how many meals you go to. God look after them.

My new trousers are covered in paw prints from the lurcher/kangaroo cross who kept jumping up at me last night. I wish with all my heart that I could get my clothes washed for Christmas but I only have the clothes I stand up in, so they will never get washed, apart from the socks and knickers, and I will try to wash my thermals in the bed and breakfast.

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