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

Thursday, 16 February 2012

excuse me bloggypeople, please read this blog or I will be upset, today the russians are just spamming the blog with false statistics.

Well what happened earlier? I went to look in my stashpile in the shed in town, I found a bottle of pop, a tin of tuna but no tin opener, two candles (the lightbulb in the lamp in the shed has blown), and a bottle of deodorant. handy, my deodorant was running out.

Then I decided to walk up to the church and see if anyone was there, no one was so I stopped and glugged some of the pop from the bottle, as I stopped one of my church friends crossed the road to say hello, we got talking and went to have a cuppa and some food, and she got me some food to take away as well and took me grocery shopping and put me on the bus with a little bit of money. I am blessed with some of the best friends anyone could have.

We had a really good talk as well, she talked about a programme called 'The midwife' which is one programme I love, and if I can sneak round to my friend's houses to watch it then I do, she said that the author of it never believed that her story would interest people, and she said that myblog should have incredible potential and that I will also have great potential to help other homeless people.
I suppose those were words of inspiration that give me hope again.
She is yet another of my friends who has a less than ideal family but goes on living a good life.
Inspired.

Good Samaritans, bad samaritans. I went to the samaritans twice after that row with my family, saw two helpful samaritans who helped me, saw a less helpful one yesterday, who endured me, on Tuesday I actually phoned the Samaritans and got a judgemental Scot who said that 'a young lady had no right to be sleeping in a shed' and continued that way, a samaritan who appeared to put me on hold while I talked, a woman who really didn't understand me, and so I gave up on phone Samaritans.

There was a lovely sunset but it is still hard for me to think about sunsets.

I have lots of food :)

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