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, 29 September 2012

Hi Bloggys,
the statistics on the blog have gone mad, has someone actually been reading it or something? :) haha!

Well I just went on the solidarity walk for people in India who have no rights, we walked round the churches and had prayers and readings at each, and I got a free cap.
Had to endure a very formal evensong at the end :( I used to love evensong but I associate it with the people who destroyed me now and I hate it. How much is it to do with God any more anyway?

Anyway, I have just had a chip butty for my supper, popped into the gallery but they are stressed, and they are closing down as far as I can gather, though they have not told me themselves.

Anyway, I realised this morning that the reason I get comments on my accent as I travel around, the reason I have picked up the broad accent local to this area is because of all those mornings at tea hour on the market, listening to and speaking to all the locals with their broad accents.

The sky was a brilliant shade of blue this morning, a blue you only see here, the dazzling light blue, the opposite of the deep dark blue where my home was before I became homeless.
The sky here is huge in the town on the hill and it cheers me up, but I am leaving tomorrow before I get too irritated by people trying to walk through me, they believe in magic in this town, they think they can walk through you, and it hurts when they collide with you.
I don't know why people in this town don't understand personal space and politeness, but they don't.
End of rant.

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