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:

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Good morning bloggypeople. I am here at last.

Last night I didn't go to the samaritans, I went sticker hunting and found enough for a hot chocolate, which I sicked up.
I begged a tin cup of tea off someone I knew and then settled down to sleep. It was a bitter cold night but I was well wrapped up.

I dreamed a lot, I dreamed that there were teenage drug addicts attacking the place where I was sleeping and I woke myself up by crying out in protest.
Then I dreamed I went to the top story of a building in a lift, but the lift was posessed and started spinning round and round and the top story of the building was posessed as well and it was shouting all the church side of things at me and making me feel terrible and trapped, I was trapped there but all of a sudden a janitor got out of the other lift and I went over to him and asked if he would escort me in the lift to get me safely out of the building.
Then I dreamed something about my brother and sister and a lap dancing club - that dream comes from recent protests about a local lapdancing club trying to expand, my church are protesting.

Then I dreamed someone found me and my bedding and the put my bedding in neat piles and expected me to leave, but I realised I must be asleep because they had put the bedding in piles without moving me as I lay among the bedding. So I woke up and got up in case the dream came true and after all it was 8am, so I had slept from 10pm to 8am, which should be sufficient but if left to sleep then I am sure I would sleep to death, but I mustn't, I must grit my teeth and wait for the real end, the one that God intends.

I scurried to the toilet and then wandered in the direction of the charity and a cup of tea, had a chat and was given a pack of jaffa cakes to take away. There is a harsh white frost everywhere even in the town centre.

I went to the social security office in the hope that my money could be brought forward to tomorrow so that I would have the money before I go on this trek on Thursday, they swiftly and kindly told me I could collect my giro right away!
Wow, this office caused me such stress in the first place but now they are so helpful!
So I collected my giro and sat on the ground outside the post office and waited for it to open because it is late opening day and I still feel quite rough. I cashed my giro and went shopping, got cough medicines and other necessary evils, then I went and got my breakfast from the market.
Now here I am,and my bag and jumpers are in a locker and today is a potentially busy day with a variety of happenings including hospital which is a bus ride, which I am not really looking forward to in this state.

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