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

Friday, 17 February 2012

I settled down in the summerhouse last night and realised how much I really like it, it has a roof and walls from the weather and is basic and deeply silent, there is a kettle and a radio and not enough light to read by even when the lamp is working, so when I'm in there I just doze and snuggle in my blankets and listen to the radio and boil kettles for hot drinks :) what more do I need? nothing.

I slept and I got up after my alarm had been on repeat for an hour, and I thought that was no good because the bus would be crowded.

I had a cuppa and sorted myself into some sort of order before going for the bus, which was crowded, and worse, a horrible large lady got on at the last minute and decided to be rude about me having my backpack next to me because out of all the free seats she wanted to sit there. :/

Anyway, got into town and got a cuppa from the market, went to the shed and got a change of clothes and went to the market toilets for a wash and a change of clothes. Clean clothes and clean :) I like being clean. Smelling homeless is one thing I don't like about being homeless. My hair is dirty though, I hope I can wash it soon.
So I had my cup of tea and some cereal bars for breakfast and here I am, typing away busily.
The weather has been mild and rainy for a few days, the summerhouse was cold this morning so the temperature must have gone down.

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