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:

Monday, 9 April 2012

Well I slept, had a few hours of insomnia and terror in the early hours, dozed off again, it rained a lot during the night.
I dreamed a lot, dreamed that someone threw Patrick Giraffe at me and that I was with my angry cold family and they had competing televisions, dreamed someone was after one of them for a murder, wasn't surprised at all.
Woke up, tried to stay in bed as long as possible, had breakfast.

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