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:

Thursday, 5 January 2012

It was the surgery trying to phone me, they had a letter for me with an x-ray appointment. They were very helpful in giving me directions to the hospital as I never leave the town centre so I don't know where the hospital is.

I was wondering if they could x-ray my tummy as well, to see how many socks and washing lines are in there from when I think I am a goat. Sorry diocese, I am only joking, I never think I am a goat, and I just eat car tyres because they have nutrients in  :-P

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