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:

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

I didn't stay long in the library yesterday evening, funny day yesterday, having the library back but going to social security in the morning, going to the charity in the afternoon and not really settling back into blogging much.
In a way I am afraid of the memories that more historical blogging will bring.

I went to the bed and breakfast yesterday evening. I was drifting and not progressing with the blog and I left it too late for my shopping for toiletries and knickers because it is no longer late night shopping time.

I went to the bed and breakfast but the man said that my usual room was taken, he offered me a different room for the same price, it was a luxurious room with it's own bath and DVD player, so I had a nice bath and washed my underwear with me, the bathwater turned blue because the dye from my jeans soaks into my legs and turns them blue.
Once I was nicely bathed I settled down to watch a DVD, what luxury. I slept a very comfortable night and only woke up to have terrors about the church for a while and go to the toilet, when I woke up in the morning I wasn't in any pain and I had breakfast and watched some more DVD and had a shower.

I headed down to the mission to collect a parcel that had been sent there for me, a lovely useful parcel of vitamins and food bars and toiletries and usefuls things. But I don't normally go to the mission any more because they got too involved and left me feeling vulnerable because of their overinvolvement. It is a pity. So I didn't stop to talk to my mission friends.

It is a year since Annie died, she died only knowing what the diocese were saying about me. Died estranged from me. I am listening to this again

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