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:

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Morning peeps,

Yesterday evening I went to see a film instead of riding on the buses.
It was a light comedy, certificate 12, but the adverts before the film were not certificate 12, some of them were very adult indeed and I wondered why that was allowed.
There were actually only a few other people watching the film, and they were young teenage couples in the back rows, I pretended I had a date with my backpack, just so as not to be left out.
No I didn't.

The film was one of those 'it never happens in real life but it would be nice to think it did' films, about a teacher who tries to save the school music group by becoming a martial arts fighter in his spare time. very unrealistic indeed but great fun.

After the film I went to the pub.
and had a cup of tea.

I went to bed down, some of my bedding was damp as it had rained all day and black sacks dont stay waterproof for long in hedges.
I made a bedding pile and crawled into the middle of it and was asleep.

I woke up this morning a bit warm and depressed and dying for a pee.
So I had a pee and stashed my bedding and wandered into McD's.

After breakfast I went and had my wash, sometimes I hate undressing for my wash.
And sometimes after my wash I feel dizzy and faint, I did today.

I had too much time to kill, so I got a paper and went to sit in the shopping centre, but someone from church saw me from the cafe where she was having a coffee, and she invited me to sit with her and have some tea.
Several pots of tea were consumed while we chatted and one church person after another came and joined us and left as the next person came along, highly amusing but it was 9.50 by the time we parted company and I dashed to the loo before I burst.
and here I am, a bit late but here.
It is a nondescript day, I think there was either drizzle or a heavy dew in the night, my wool blanket was quite wet.

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