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

Thursday, 1 March 2012

good morning bloggypeople. I woke in a depressed haze this morning, I was going to walk to town but I realised I could walk to the post office up the road and get some money and get the bus. It was a misty morning, the summerhouse lady was getting her bike out so I stopped to say hello.

I still struggle to understand what she said last night, among other things she said I was an attractive girl, hm, I still struggle to understand how I can be attractive, I was the ugliest duckling you could ever have met and my image of myself is that I am ugly.

The summerhouse is not my home, it is just somewhere where I sleep sometimes, and now spring is coming I don't need much shelter.

I got into town and went to HM Revenue and customs, they recorded my new name and said I was due a small rebate. I must change my name more often.

Then I went to the benefits office, the lady there helped to sort out changing my name for the benefits, and she also advised me on how to change my Post office account to my new name, then I went to the dentist and showed them my new name, thankfully I have few enough people to inform of my new name. The new passport is the most complicated one.

It is warm and misty and sunny.

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