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:

Saturday, 17 March 2012

good morning bloggypeople.

Last night I went to tuck down, it was a cold night with a clear starry sky. I tucked down and was asleep immediately, slept well but for having to wake and turn my self over sometimes.

I had a bad back before the football, it is not a serious problem but at night it aches if I sleep too long on it, so I turn between sleeping on my left hand side and my back, but even before the football I have to wake up to turn myself because my back and legs cant move on their own, huh, being old is a pain! :):):) but anyway, it was much harder and more painful to turn last night, but even so I slept like a baby for most of the night, woke up warm and snug and bursting for the loo, don't you hate it when you are comfy but you need to the loo? The clear starry night had turned once again into a cloudy drizzly morning, and the rain encouraged me to get up, I sorted and stashed my things and took what I was taking on my journey, it was 6.30 so I bowled down to the bus station and got a cuppa, they are the closest thing to the market tea stalls here.

I decided not to go to McD's as I waited, because I can't walk fast today and I didn't want to risk missing the first train. I ache and am slowed up but I am walking well really, no limp.

I got to the station and considered having another tea while I was waiting, as I stopped to consider, Natter came out of the loos and went into the waiting room, I wonder if he is waiting for a train or if he is just sheltering. I considered asking him if he wanted a tea, but I don't want to seem patronizing and I was too nervous.

Anyway, it was soon time for my train.
One thing I love about this town is the real railway line, long distance trains of all sorts and also freight trains come through here, and every day I stop and watch the trains, and at night they are a lullaby. There are also long distance buses and coaches in all directions, and this makes me feel good, happy, not in a dead end.

Anyway, the train journey was ok, I got here, went straight to the market for peanut butter on toast and tea and here I am compooting as I do.


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