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:

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

I went to the summerhouse and fell asleep immediately with Phil Collins singing me a lullaby.

Woke up hot and headachy but not too depressed, put the kettle on and made tea, late waking up so I went to McD's for porrige and waited until the buses were less crowded.

In town i went to talk to the lady who helps me with paperwork and muddles, she is going to phone ahead to the town I am moving to and ensure I can see a special needs advisor at the benefits office there.

Had a sausage butty for early lunch, £1.10 for three decent sausages in a roll, I hope there is a market at the next town.

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