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:

Friday, 13 September 2013

Good morning you peeps you,
what are you doing, and if so, why?

Last night I brewed much tea and wandered in and out of church, they are not my favourite group on a Thursday so I don't settle well.
But by the time they went home it was already raining lightly, but I was exhausted so I lay down on the ground and fell asleep. woke an hour later when the heavy rain took over.
Wandered carefully into the porch, expecting to wait and be vigilant, but I was out like a light.
I knew nothing until I woke at 6.10am this morning.

It was getting light and the sky was grey with rain but it had eased off.
I was warm, maybe too warm, but comfy and relaxed, wide awake, so I got up, I had left the stove and tea things out and they had come to no harm in the rain, so I brewed much tea and read my book.

Then i needed to run for the cold toilets because my insides were griping.
And then I came here to the cafe.

More rain forecast for tonight, and it is a weekend night, misery.

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