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:

Friday, 11 January 2013

Hi peeps,

I went to the welfare and looked suitably woeful and they patted me on the head and gave me bags of food.
They also gave me two vouchers so I could get meals at the chip shop..
I went and hid my food and got a chip shop meal, I was so hungry that I didn't mind that she gave me a battered sausage by accident.
The portion of chips was huge, too big even for a very hungry person who hadn't had a full meal in days.
And there was a can of soft drink included.

I went for a walk to eat my meal and had a nice walk through some wasteland that I have only ever seen from the train, my leg and my feet grumbled like mad at having to walk and I felt faint and disorientated, so I came back and sat in the church a while and then went and had my wash and my meds, better late than never.

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