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, 12 May 2013

Hi peeps,
I went to the lovely noisy priest's church this morning, it was a lovely all age worship service, I always learn something at that church, today I learned that Boaz was Rahab the Harolt's son! fancy that!

Anyway, we had tea and cake after church and the priest came and chatted to me and was very welcoming.

Then I wandered off down the line.
Here I am, in the coffee shop, with half a day of nothing ahead of me :(

Let's declare this 'freedom from the church of england' day.
From now on I am returning to my life. Back to before the horrifying police intervention a few months ago. Backpack, blanket and bins, quiet walks with music twice a day, pretzels when there is money and plenty of hot strong tea. Yay.
When they and the police attack, as they will, I will have hopefully had a bit of my normal life back before they kill me.

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