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, 4 July 2013

Thursday 12.00 midday

Hi peeps,
I walked up to the clinic for physio, it was a nice walk.
I didn't have to wait long to be tortured.

The physio busily tortured my neck and shoulder while running the electrical current through my leg. He confirmed that I have wrenched the ligaments in my leg.
Then he ran the current through my neck and shoulder and tortured my leg a bit, then he told me to come back next week because my 'neck is quite poorly'.
Humf, attention-seeking neck, necks cost too much in physio bills, I think I should have it removed.
I think I bit the other therapist last year when she tried to do my neck and shoulder.
But she did leave me ill with pain so thats ok.
(I never really bite people).

Anyway, I wandered back and had coffee with my Scottish friend, and then litterpicked the churchyard and then came here.

Here I am. Pondering on the meaning of life.
I have a bad feeling that the pain is increasing because of physio, I hope I don't get sick.

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