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, 8 February 2012

It was a fraught morning. I managed to wake up and get moving though my friend who said she would be up early to wake me didn't get up until later than usual and was holding me up in leaving and not seeming to understand that I needed to get to where I was meeting my other friend on time, I managed to flee the house, late after a quick wash, hurried to where I said I would meet my friend, took a wrong turn due to not knowing the town well enough, got lost, text messaging was barely working but my friend who I was trying to meet came to find me, tearing her hair out because she had to get on the road to this other town as soon as possible as she had to be at a funeral.

I was absolutely upset at holding her up, but it worked out ok, we got there, we even had time for a coffee on the way. She is now at the funeral while I am in McD's in this big town, we meet back up at three and head for the town where my brother and sister are.

There is snow still lying all the way from our town to here and it is cold with wall to wall steel grey cloud. Winter.

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