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

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Hi peeps,
Last night was quite wet and windy and I thought I was going up to see the eyupmeducks first thing in the morning, so I went over to stay with my friends who are near the mainline, I had some supper and fell asleep on the rug, had the usual bad dreams and discomfort, the eyupmeducks don't actually want me now even though I had planned well in advance and they previously said they did and knew I was due to come, well I already know that 'friendship' is a small and flexible thing that isn't relevant and can end just like that, thankfully the deep hurts of before have led to me being immune to heartbreak, so today I went to London and did a bit of homeless outreach.

Can you imagine a homeless person doing outreach? haha. Well I am so well looked after that I can help others, so I try to.
Before I went I had the delightful task of folding my share of 500 Christmas service sheets and also collected a meal voucher and some gloves that someone had left for me.
London was wet and full of crowds and bright lights and I remembered vaguely and without sorrow, the old days of ice skating on the outdoor rinks, hot chocolate with cream, boat trips on the Thames and the London eye, companionship and laughter.

The bad weather has caused problems on the railway, so we were diverted and got back here a bit late.

I seem to have lost my radio. What a shame, it was my best thing ever.

And the flashbacks remain bad and are driving me to despair.

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