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:

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Hi peeps,
I arrived in the city, I managed to get a room for the night, they only had a double so I can only afford one night, not two.
I immediately had a very long and thorough shower, washing my filthy hair and trying to get the blue dye from my jeans out of my legs and cleaning my battered feet as best I could.
Oh having clean hair is lovely!

I had a rest and watched some television and then took my washing to the laundry and I now have clean and dry clothes, only I didn't manage to wash my best top and teeshirt because I couldn't take them off because my other teeshirt and jumper were too wet and smelly to wear even while I washed the best ones.
But I have clean clothes!
And so I came back here to the bed and breakfast, this town is too tempting, I want to stay out there and walk, but I only have one night in here to rest and sort myself out, so I had better rest tonight and sort myself out and roam the town tomorrow, the air in this town smells so good and I love this town, I keep going to the window and gazing out.

I have cut my nails, which is another thing I get mad about, I hate long or dirty nails but when you live on the streets and cannot keep your nails clean it is tough and I hate cutting dirty nails.
So, before bed I want to shower again and do some more hygiene and then start packing my bag for tomorrow when I return to the streets.
Oh peeps, the tea and the cleanness is great. Please pray for me as I do not know what is happening with the church of England and I am very scared of them, they had me very badly damaged and I live in fear.

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