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:

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

I went looking for food. There was an apple in my stashpack, it was busily turning itself into cider when I pounced and ate what was edible of it.
I couldn't get anything else to eat.

I sat for a long time in the shade in the town centre, listening to conversations as people walked past.
I sometimes long to run after them and say 'hang on, I want to know the rest'.

I cant do anything while I am this hungry, I cannot write statements or do anything.

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