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:

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Good evening from the scive-thru,

I managed the long trek into town, it is miles, literally.
The rain kept me cool, and there was dense enough woodland for a toilet stop.
When I got to town there was a choice of stop at church and join the service or go and use a voucher to get breakfast, I went and got breakfast, then I went bin raiding, so far Easter church has been ruined, so there was no point in struggling to go into a packed church.
I did go to one of the churches after the service and they arranged for me to have a shower. I needed a shower, I was hot and sweaty from walking.

At lunch I used some vouchers to get some snacks, then I just kept walking and checking bins, no Easter church, no easter egg, no easter roast meal, just walking and walking.

Thankfully soup kitchen was at 3.30, so I went there and was cheered up to be reunited with my homeless pals, Cap kept me company and ensured I got enough tea, and we spoke to a student who was doing a project on homelessness, he sketched pictures of all of us around the soup kitchen.

Then there was an oppotunity to go to a church for a service and a meal, but I couldn't cope with the church, so I walked up here and here I am on my little machine, used two vouchers for a tea and an apple pie.

I am on my way to mass in a minute, hm.
The weather remains bad, I do not know how I will get through tonight, but all that matters is the hot bright noisy house arrest is over.

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