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

Friday, 15 February 2013

Hey peeps,
last night I slept on the sofa and had the usual severe distress and horror and flashbacks.
I was woken again at some unearthly hour because I was going on a journey today, I didn't wake properly though, even though a nice bath had been run for me and a cup of tea was waved under my nose. I decided that the next train would do fine, eventually I wandered out of bed, still asleep, and told my friend that waking up should be illegal.

I had some toast, or did I? I was still asleep.
Then I went in the bath and washed my hair, that woke me up.

My friend dropped me off at the station and I made the hour and twenty minute journey here to the town where my psychologist is. I had a peaceful journey, the train was not too crowded.

It is a lovely sunny day here, the sea is shining happily, everyone is noisy and all over the place and I have been shopping for underwears and things and am sitting in a cafe drinking tea, how nice. Half an hour to go until torture time.

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