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, 10 January 2014

Friday night, ouch

Good evening,
You have to be very sympathetic because I fell and hurt myself.
I bumped my hands and arms, ouch.
My thumb was very hurt and I couldn't move it for a minute, so I ran water on it and it is bruised not broken.

That is my first fall for some time, I used to fall quite easily if my leg gave way, but I don't often fall now.

We were just doing the Beatitudes, I worry so much about the meek inheriting the earth, because I think they will only inherit it if no-one else minds, and they might be too meek and then the earth will get in a muddle and blow up.

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