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:

Sunday, 11 November 2012

Good morning peeps,
the library closed at 4pm and I went on the buses but I was so groggy and dozy that I ended up on the wrong buses, being stoned from herbal remedies is all very well, but I can't look after myself that way.
I only took tablets the previous day and stopped them because they are too strong for me.

Last night was bitter cold and noisy as weekend nights are, I drifted in and out of sleep as the cold frost fell wetly on my blanket pile.
At 3am someone left a car engine running for hours, literally  and just when I was going to get up and check, they drove off.
I got up in the cold dark frost and stashed my bedding and wandered into McD's for brekky.
It is rememberance Sunday so I am obliged to go and remember.

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