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

Good morning peeps,

Guess where I am?
I am in McD's. With my usual breakfast.

My friend slept most of yesterday afternoon and into yesterday evening and she kept coughing and the sound was hurting me. So when she woke and asked what I wanted to do, I said I wanted to be released back into the wild. So she drove me back here.

I slept in a light blanket pile in the hope of bringing the inflammation down. But I woke up feeling a bit rubbish.
I think a combination of Christmas food and painkillers is not good, because you get constipation and all the food sticks inside you.

I am drinking my cuppa slowly but I don't feel much like eating the bagel, I feel more as if I will explode one way or the other.

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