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, 2 March 2012

well I really had the terrors about the way the church treated me but today is friday, my sociable day si I had to plod on and hope for some comfort from the socialising.
I went up to the church and had a cuppa, then it was time for homeless lunch, I had no breakfast but I wasn't really hungry, the soup was a bit sweet but the bread was good, the cake and tea and fruit was good, the conversation was good.
On the way in there was a couple from homeless lunch fighting in the road, the man was dragging the woman through the traffic by her hair but she didn't seem in the least bit bothered, she yelled at him 'I suppose you are going to smash some windows now?!'


Anyway, after homeless lunch I wandered into town feeling sick and sleepy and deeply distressed. I decided to have a nap in the church garden, a friend came along and said hello as she passed, then I got my new bucket that I bought for having a wash out of and I used it to put rubbish in as I did some weeding in the garden.

Then I walked down to the gallery to see my friend.

I walked in with my bucket and she said 'hello Jayne and bucket' and made me a tea.

then she said 'why have you got a bucket?'

I was speechless for a minute, how do you explain you have bought a bucket to wash out of and have just used it to weed a garden?

I managed to explain and she mentioned the garden at the front of the gallery needed some work.

So out I ambled and cleared the garden using a bow saw, a pair of scissors, a coal shovel and a broom, she was delighted and said it looked better than when the council did it.
It did me good to do it, she is so busy that I was delighted to be able to help because she has been looking at the garden in despair and had no time to do it.
She made me another tea and I got one of the high quality cakes.

Then off I wandered with my bucket, people fall about laughing when I wear it on my head, I don't know why :)

Film club tonight.

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