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

Sunday, 14 October 2012

I went and put my heavy bag in the locker and went to tea hour, I had a few good cups of tea and then went and had my wash, then I basked in the sun and nosily watched the world.
Eventually it was time for church and I wandered in there and cuddled the radiator adoringly.
Someone made me a cup of tea and someone offered me a bit of cake.
I continued to cuddle the radiator, I am rather fond of that radiator, I have had a long affair with it.
I want to run off with it and take it to my blankets in the rat alley and cuddle it all night.
Oops, I am being naughty.

I have been deciding that I want to go home now, even just for a long holiday, I am tired and sad and I want to go home.

Church was not good, my friend there said to me once that the church is the people not the priest, because he once tried to get rid of me.
This morning he is drivelling on about his lottery tickets in the sermon, firstly he is a priest, why is he gambling? Secondly why is he drivelling about his gambling when he is is supposed to be preaching to us about God? and thirdly when is he going to give up and go get a job?

Apart from that church is ok, my reader friend doesn't really want to talk, she wants me to come and stay in the winter but I really dont want to, things are obviously stressful and overwhelming in her life as it is.

So, nothing inspiring about today's church, but I hug my radiator and chat to people, there is a lovely couple who always stop for a chat, they tell me they may have a spare sleeping bag somewhere and they chat to me about my life and offer me a small amount of money.
Someone else comes over and gives me a bag of scones.

I still like this church, it is still my church, but I dont want to be here in this town.

I had some lunch and a cuppa at the market, now I am enduring the library, only the ground floor is open and it is always too hot and crowded in here.

I am sure my blog used to be a whole lot more cheerful in the past, before I left Sattelite town.


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