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, 22 November 2012

Hi peeps,
I am in the pub, drinking tea.
The weather is wild and mad,
my typing finger has a cut in it from a razor that lost it's cover while in my backpack, ouch.

I went on the buses and went up to the port, the sea is big and roiling with a swell but the big ferries and little ferries are still running. Amazingly.
And yes, roiling is a word, it is a french derived word meaning angry sea, a place where the sea swirls and fights :)
It will be a bad night weatherwise and I have an hour and a half to wait until I can even try to kip down.
I have internal problems again, blood and bile and pain.

The other homeless woman seems to have moved on, I haven't seen her today.

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