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, 13 June 2013

Good morning peeps,
I went for a walk because I wasn't sleepy,
I walked up alongside the river, all the dark silent houses in the night, I walked up and kind of thought about things in a tired way.
The mysterious fire-jugglers were down by the river, juggling fire at this silly time of night. They used to be up at the protest camp.

I walked back and it was nearly 1am, there was a couple staggering up the road, drunk, but the old chap gave them a room even though it was nearly 1am.

I tried and tried to settle to sleep, but I was too tense and lively, I am not good at settling indoors.

In the end it was 4am, getting light and the birds singing, I fell into a peaceful sleep and dreamed peacefully about the investigation and I answered questions in my sleep for 4 hours and woke at 8am.

Here I am, it is cloudy but not raining and I will go out and hopefully have more energy than yesterday.

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