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, 3 October 2012

I went up to the backpacker hostel and asked about rooms, they had one free and I vaguely hoped to book it after I had been to speak to the nightshelter lady and then I would be able to go back to bed and sleep for 18 hours.
I went and had a cup of tea at a church and found out that I had just missed a homeless meal that they do twice a week, then I went to speak to the nightshelter lady, and that turned out to be ok because they have me on record from years ago anyway and they are quite happy to let me be me and let me go when I am ready, so I may as well stay awake until this evening and sleep in my Hoobypod in the nightshelter.
The nightshelter told me that there was another daycentre open for a few hours, and one of them walked up there with me, it is a little daycentre with plenty of tea, open a few hours a day just as most daycentres are now, but open in the afternoon while the other one is in the morning.
The staff there make me welcome and tell me that there is a soup run every evening at 7pm, so that is where to go between library and nightshelter.
I am still having fits of hot and cold and also exploding. I wish I was in a cool bed in a cold room with an ice pack on my head melting nicely and keeping me cool.
I walked round the outdoors shops, I need new boots, a new shewee, and some hand warmers (I use them as hot water bottles when I am sleeping out), I also need winter clothes and a good sleeping bag.
None of the shops are selling hand warmers yet, that surprises me.
I like this town, I liked it last time but I wasn't sure I still would, I still do, it makes me smile.
This morning I sheltered from the rain in the council porch and a kind lady came out and said that if I was waiting for the council they were opening late and if I was just sheltering I was welcome.
How nice.
Nice people.
This is the second library I have joined this week, this is because I liked the look of some books here.

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