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, 25 November 2012

Yesterday afternoon was bad, I was writing a sad and traumatic part of my book and was feeling low anyway and then I had to deal with trouble.
When the library closed, I went to the loo, and found a six of seven year old boy in the cubicle I went to, he was in there alone and so I advised him to lock the door, for his sake and the sake of any woman who accidentally walked in, but his mother, in another cubicle, started shouting at me and calling me names and continued this with an Eastenders/council house trash style attempt to stick her face into mine, which I never take any notice of, she tried to tell me that I was unnacceptable to society and would never be a parent, which made me wonder what she thought she was, especially behaving like that in front of a child.

Anyway, things like that upset me, so I walked round and round, and it rained and rained.
I managed to get through to my friends eventually on the phone and they invited me home to sleep on their rug because the forecast was for the worst weather yet.

So I wandered to their house and had some tea and slept on the rug, woke up too hot, we went to church and I found it hard, especially as I was crowded out by a man who refused to accept that I didn't want to be that close to a man and then he took my seat, so not my best morning.
I was invited back by my friend but I couldn't cope with any more hotness or interaction, so I came back here but the cash point was broken and I can only use post office cash points, so I had no money until the vicar wandered past and gave me some money to 'get out of the cold and get a hot drink'.

Here I am, a tad gloomy but ok apart from that.

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