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:

Monday, 6 February 2012

good morning bloggypeople.

Last night I emptied out my overfilled backpack but ran out of energy to put it in order so it is all just shovelled back in in a mess.
The promised thaw and rain never came, the snow stayed on the ground and it froze in some places. In town the snow is still lying thickly apart from where brine and grit have been spread.
The media are being hysterical because they are so dumb that they forget it snows every year.

I got up and had a shower this morning, and tried to sort myself out, my clothes are all dry but my friend says she will bring them to town tomorrow to save me the trouble of carrying them. She wanted me to stay again tonight, but I will go mad if I stay indoors any more, my beautiful cold dark winter is slipping away without me while the hot dry bright indoors sends me mad with distress.
I will be sleeping out tonight.

Last night I dreamed about palaces and Bishops and clergy and churches. Then I dreamed about a fantastic art show and then woke up, I didn't sleep well or deeply, I do not sleep well at this house.
I sleep well at my other friend's house. I need this friend to let me go and let me do my own thing, she is so kind but staying with her is deeply uncomfortable.

In town there is an obnoxious new big issue seller on gloomy's pitch, he is rather rude and I tell him that I am worse off than him and that I can speak to his employers as I know them.
The other big issue seller is cheerfully selling in the snow and talking to the tea stall man.

The snow here is deep, I think it is inches deep, and there are so many bits of snow that no-one has trodden in or messed up, but plenty of people have been playing snowballs and sledging.

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