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, 17 January 2014

Friday evening

Good evening,
I am grateful not to be sleeping rough tonight, because weekends are always the most noisy and dangerous times on the streets, drunk people are unpredictable and can wander off course and stumble over rough sleepers, and kick them etc.
Yes, it does happen, even the beggars who take advantage of the partygoers on weekend nights can get kicked or beaten.

Anyway, I went for a nice walk, I am usually afraid to go out, but when I get walking I end up going too far away, as if I am trying to go back to my old life, and then I get tired and end up struggling to get home, I was exhausted and my leg was dragging on the way back.
But I got bread and milk at the shop, and cooked supper when I got home.

Tired now, early night I think, I may jigsaw, read or watch tv before sleep.
I haven't stopped writing about Jersey on the other blog, I have to have a break as I got so upset.

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