Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Saturday, 8 June 2013

Hi peeps,
when I got back yesterday I spent an hour in the library and then went and read my book and had some supper.
Then I tucked down to sleep, my pet mosquito came and buzzed by my ear, that is becoming part of the routine, I always try to swat him.
I slept quiet and peaceful through the night though I felt sad and anxious.
I woke up and was thankful that I stood with little difficulty and was able to walk.
I am still walking with the stick, my leg isn't ok but I can walk, I think the ligaments took a wrench.
The other leg is angry where I grazed it, it is infected a bit.

I went to the coffee shop, didn't get breakfast, just sat with a cuppa, and then to the supermarket to get some knickers. Then I had a wash.
I went up to the church and some people were there because they have a working party there today. But I can't help because my leg is bad.
The lady told me I should come and have tea and cake at 11am, so I will.

Here I am, I have not had breakfast so my anti-histamine tablet is threatening to make me vomit. But at least I washed myself and changed my teeshirt.

God this is all so hard and painful.





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