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:

Sunday, 6 January 2013

On Saturday morning my friend woke me from a dream, I was dreaming that my friend had capsized on rocks and texted me and I went to rescue her, her boat was flimsy and mine was strong.
I woke up and remembered she had been in a car crash years ago.

so my friend and I set off for London.
London was ok, with none of the stresses I had anticipated.
We had a good day and I got some gardening done.

I came home on the drunk train, which was almost empty due to people having spent all their money at Christmas.
I got to sleep at 2am this morning.

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