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:

Thursday, 29 November 2012

Good morning peeps,

Last night I managed to start progressing with the book, then when the library closed I went on the ferries, the little ferry and the medium ferry. I didn't come to any harm, and I got back to my sleeping place.
I settled to sleep, wrapping up warm because it was going to get really cold, not just cold according to house dwellers, which is nothing.
But just as I settled down a load of very noisy young people from the pub came out shouting and making a noise, so I muttered cross things and waited for them to go.
Then I slept.

I was half awake from quite early with my bedding running off in all directions, I was having anxiety dreams about being found and all sorts of things.
I got up and stashed my cardboard and had a pee, then I stashed my bedding.
It is a cold frosty morning.
Here I am having brekky.

I have physio this morning.

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