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:

Monday, 18 February 2013

Hi peeps,
I am groggy and foggy and painful. I am sure people should not live indoors or eat antibiotics.
It leads to painkillers and feeling sick.


Yesterday we went litterpicking but it was a bit muddled because I had my stick as well as a litterpicker and we only had one rubbish bag and one recycling bag between us.
So I only stayed an hour and went on to catch a train and a boat and a train.

I wandered into the welfare drop in and they fed me and got me tea and tried to give me clothes and food parcels.
then I went to look at a room, I liked the landlord but it is too out of the way and I don't think I can raise the deposit without a miracle. The landlord hoped I would take the room, especially as I enthused about his keenness for recycling.
But I don't think I can take it, because while I am not driving, which I will be when I am settled, it is too out of the way, but I need to be somewhere static in order to build back up to driving and it would be difficult in the meantime.

Anyway, I came back here and was tired but my friends go to bed late, eventually I went to bed and fell asleep and slept through the night, but I woke up feeling ghastly.
I still feel ghastly and the painkillers made no difference.

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