Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Hello peepys,

This morning when I came out of McD's I had an hour to wait until library time, my church friend was in the cafe and she offered to get me some tea, so she got some tea and got it free on her loyalty card, and they gave her some free toast as well, so I had tea and toast and was very happy and sat and chatted until library time.

well I wandered on with my writing, and felt sad because it is still painful.
Then I went to the community club and drank tea and then went to church and lit a candle and said hello to God and the church sitters and then I went back to the community lot for lunch, lunch tends to be burgers and hot dogs with soup, and there is plenty of tea and soft drinks.
The lady who runs the lunch was as kind as usual, she asked how I was getting on and told me that she was looking after her brother until he could go in a nursing home, but when he had, if I wanted a room, I could live with her.
She told me that she was abused and had lived on the streets and that is why she lived alone now and had no husband or partner, because the abuse had damaged her so much.
I felt sad about that because she is so kind, running the club and lunch for all of us.
I doubt I will live with her but it was kind of her to offer.
She gave me some chocolates to take away, there was a tin of chocolates going round and I did quite well out of them.

Then I came back here, but peeps, I feel all tired and snoozy, I don't know why, I slept ok last night.
Send me a big soft duvet and I will cuddle up somewhere and snooze like mad.

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