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:

Friday, 24 February 2012

Well I didn't call an ambulance last night when the NHS direct website said I should, cos I am not stupid and that site is so flawed, they need to do a separate questionnaire for asthma attacks and not assume I am having a heart attack.
I left a message with the summerhouse lady to say I was having a bad asthma attack and would she check on me, I wrote down all my details in a notebook and put it by my blanket pile, put my asthma card and inhalers there and went to sleep.
I woke up this morning ok, didn't die in the night, so isn't it a good thing I didn't waste emergency staff time? My chest is still very tight though.

My second benefit money is in my new account today, so I went and got a little bottle of body wash and a cup of tea, big spender.

Today is homeless lunch.

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