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, 20 June 2013

Good morning peeps,
yesterday when the library closed, I went to sit and read my book and have a few cuppas and some food.

It was due to be thunderstorms and so I waited to go to my porch, I am furious that when I was just about to as it was dark and nearly 11pm, the louts came outside the pub and turned the glaring lights on, I was cursing.

But eventually I went to the porch anyway, and slept, I didn't hear any thunder and there was no sign of rain when I woke in the morning, I was very hot and thirsty, the porch is warmer than sleeping in the open, so I was overheating.
 I stashed my things and had a quick breakfast, then I came here.

The night before last I had a strange dream, I dreamed I was 'in rehabilitation' and that meant I was swimming and having hydrotherapy. Then I was walking along and I had a home and there was a dog with puppies and one of the puppies ran away and I caught it and decided I wanted to keep it and no-one objected, and someone offered me a job on a farm and everything was lovely.
What a lovely dream!
I don't often have lovely dreams, last night was the usual sad and bad dream, vague struggles with church and police.

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