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, 27 October 2012

Good evening bloggys,
When the library closed I was at a bit of a loose end, I don't like to be walking about with the backpack or sitting anywhere because I get too stressed by people.
So I got the bus, I sometimes get this bus, down to the sea, this bus goes round the residential estates and that always makes me dream, wonder, what would it be like to be a person who lived in one of those cosy lighted up houses and not know anything else?
I get off at the sea, but it always hurts me, because I used to be out on the sea, and now it has been taken away from me, along with everything else.

I get back on the bus and dream my way back here. The sky starts out with a rainbow and a yellow sunset with blue winter storm clouds, then it goes orange and lilac and purple and yellow, it is an awesome sky.
I kind of know that I am home even though the bad memories are hurting me, there is some comfort among the misery.

There is no rain or snow forecast but wet stuff is falling from the sky, well that ruins my evening by the stove.

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