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, 15 October 2012

I woke at about 4.30 this morning, and by 10am I had started writing page 125 of my book.
A typical book is 250 -300 pages, some books are more than that.
So if this was a 250 page book then I would halfway through. But I think it will be more than that.
I also found time for a shower and some breakfast, there was only one slice of bread left for toast so I had exploding porrige.

I have been to the daycentre and had a quick cuppa and read a book, Cheerful showed me that he got a mention in the Big issue, and Gloomy ignored me, which he does sometimes, cos he's a Gloomy so and so.
My pal with the dog was struggling to sell any Issues, but I was doing ok cos I got two stickers out of the bins. I now have enough for a cuppa and one spare sticker.

I got a chip butty for my lunch and sat sadly on the gallery wall, losing the gallery has ripped part of my heart out, it was a refuge, a place where I felt normal, somewhere to shelter, somehwere I could be helpful.
God I am going to miss them too much. Thats what happens when you get attached - oh no, no good being cynical, losses and new friendships are part of life, and other new people will come along and new places.
I have almost no money left but I wish I could catch a train.

It is raining again, the forecast lied.

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