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:

Monday, 24 December 2012

Happy Christmas eve bloggypeeps,

I am sitting in a cafe, syphoning power for the netbook as there is no library.
It is damp, rainy.

Last night I couldn't go to church, so I walked and listened to my radio, which I found again!
I was crying a lot.
Eventually I got a bus and had a bus ride and then sat in the pub with a cuppa until late.

Went to sleep in the blanket pile as the rain and wind howled. Woke this morning and stumbled achingly into the morning, struggled to do my toilet and pack my bedding away and wandered into McD's for an orange juice and a bagel, and then came here and got a coffee and some wifi and power for the netbook.

Well it's Christmas eve and I am still deeply weary and lost but the depression so far this morning isn't overwhelming.
Last night I dreamed of my dad, that he had the second stroke while I was there. I think this dream stems from someone connected with the church having the same sort of stroke recently and still in a coma.

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