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:

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Good morning peeps,

I am in McD's, drinking my tea and answering the usual emails asking where I am and if I am warm enough, haha! I was too warm again last night!

Yesterday Afternoon I went in the study room and got some writing done.
I wrote until closing time even though it is half term and there were children running about screaming and barging in to the study room.

Then I went and caught a train. I went to a nearby town which has memories for me, once all happy memories but now sad and hard memories of what happened. If I have a brief visit there I wont get distressed. I got there and got on the bus, up to the port, looked at the sea and kept my mind closed, kept my brain sedated, but I did suddenly wonder 'what if...?' and I don't know how but maybe one day...

Anyway, I came back put my thermals on in the station toilets and got a cuppa off the burger van, for once they didn't ask me any nosey questions or try to employ me, they were polite and nice. So I got my cuppa and headed for bed.

Bedded down and slept, dreamed of New York, dreamed I was there, fighting off an attacker, and then that I was going to hospital in New York.
Obviously my dreams are triggered by current events there.

I got up, it was raining and I was too hot, I stashed my things, came here and took my thermals and top layers off and here I am.
I tried to cut down on my tummy meds yesterday as the hospital said I could if I felt better, but sadly it isn't going to work, I can't drink hot drinks without pain if I only take half the dose.

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