Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Hi Bloggys,
I am having a boring day, I got up nice and early albeit because of nightmares, but I had plenty of time for a nice shower and sort out. And some peanut butter on toast with plenty of tea.

Then I struggled up the hill and put things in the locker.

This town is overcrowded as it is but on Saturday it is unbearable, but I have spent most of the day in the library, writing.

I went for lunch at the daycentre, beans on toast and a cuppa.
One of the volunteers, ex-homeless, told me they worry when they don't hear from me and I told him that the managers have my phone number if they are worried, but he gave me his phone number in case I ever need rescuing, a night in shining armour. Haha.

That daycentre isn't a homeless daycentre as such, they are a cafe and rest place for anyone and everyone but they help homeless people. The cafe also attracts the rich and rude as this is a tourist city and the cafe is in an old church, the rich and rude have so much money that they think that manners are disposable, so sometimes they come in and barge everyone out the way to get what they want.

I went shopping again and got a blanket and a scarf, more money gone but those things were necessary.

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