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:

Monday, 27 January 2014

Monday afternoon

Good afternoon,
Well I didn't have any specific tasks today, so I simply went out and about.
I haven't enough occupation yet, but nor can I just sit indoors, so I took myself out for a long outing, out of my territory and comfort zone, because that is healthy, going out of your comfort zone means you can run back to your comfort zone and hide in the duvet when you get tired.

Anyway, I wandered, and I wandered into a well-stocked charity shop that someone left lying about, you can't leave those things about and not expect me to get nosey.
The lady in the charity shop talked about the bitter cold wind, and I told her I was wearing my thermal vest, because that is smalls talk :)
I had not realized how cold it was until she said it, but I wear my vest when I am out in the wind.

I used to have two thermal vests on the streets, but one had to sorrowfully be binned after years of hard work on the streets, I still have this one, and a new one that my friend got me, but I am used to this one.
It is cold, with bitter winds and wintry showers.
There were times on the streets when I wore both thermal vests, but not often, usually if I was unwell, which is when I really feel the cold.

When I was on the streets, there was always a gap time between when everywhere closes, such as library and shops, and bed time, gap time is the worst because that is when you endure the weather, attacks or being hassled by the police for being homeless.
With a cold wind like this, I am grateful to be indoors and not have that gap time, although I learned to live with it.

Anyway, home, I got supper and milk while I was out, so no need to go back out, unless I am fleeing the police.
I have done my housework and am watching my favourite 'My Parents are Aliens' on television.

Tomorrow I drag myself kicking and screaming to socialize, which means hiding behind the newspaper and drinking coffee :)

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