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 8am

Good morning peeps,

yesterday evening I was very tired by the time the library closed.
I went and sat and read my book, a church person came along but he was only testing the alarms.
I read my book and eventually, as early as possible, I went to get my blankets and bed down.

I was very tired and fell asleep quickly and slept through the night. I don't remember any dreams.
I woke up and it was raining, only lightly, but no rain was forecast, so I was a bit miffed. My top blanket is suffering from all this rain.

I remembered that I have physiotherapy today and I didn't want to get up, so I dozed a while and then came here to the cafe.

Physio is painful and awkward and embarrassing, it is an autistic person's idea of hell.
But it helps.

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