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, 22 October 2012

I managed to find a bottle for water, so I stayed hydrated, I think my main problems are that carrying the backpack is killing me and I am not getting enough to eat.

I went to the homeless lunch, it was a basic lunch with bacon and egg and toast and tea, and then I was supposed to go to the outreach centre which is still closed but I was going to meet the manager there to find a clean jumper and a train ticket to the next town tomorrow.

I waited there for the manager, sitting on the only seat available, and got more and more annoyed as one rude man after another barged into the area by the outreach centre despite the fact it is closed to the public, and all got too close and stood too close. I am afraid of people standing over me when I am sitting, and especially rude men who shouldn't be there.
Eventually the manager came but I didn't get to see her because a huge fat rude bloke barged in and demanded food vouchers, I was fed up by then and left.

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