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:

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Being homeless and ill on Boxing day is a bore.
My friends were meant to collect me but communication got fluffed and my friends didn't phone but kept sending messages that didn't come through so I had no idea what was going on, and my friend's messages dont always make sense anyway, so when I finally got them I had no idea what they meant. I wish people would phone when communication gos wrong, I am homeless, I don't have much credit in my phone. And a whole lot has been wasted today.

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