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, 16 February 2012

Last night I started being sick again, there must be something in a cheese and onion sandwich that I am allergic to. I walked back to the summerhouse, it is a long way but I walked it.
Got back, brewed a sugary coffee, rubbed my legs and feet with deep heat cream and fell into my blankets and slept.

Woke up with the alarm this morning, wide awake, no doze, brewed the last of the coffee and started walking through the early morning towards town, walking well, got to town in time for the library to open, computed a bit, then went to the daycentre for tea and toast and to listen to the rudeman, he decided to tell me all the names he calls me so I told him I call him the rude man, that stopped him for a few seconds and then he started rambling and contradicting himself as usual.

Here I am, I have been in the daycentre a lot of the day. I can't really sort the blog out very easily at the moment. I am distracted and still in crisis and without much by way of food or drink.

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