Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Friday, 3 January 2014

seven minutes past midnight 03/01/2014

I am sitting writing a short story and listening to Classic FM on a low volume.
I am not sleepy yet and would just lie there tense if I was to try to sleep.

Today, January 3rd, is the third anniversary of the death of my friend who died estranged from me by the Diocese of Winchester's interference and slander of me after their repeated humiliating violations of the friendship.
I will do something during the day to commemorate her death, lighting a candle or similar.

After doing the garden while my friends were out shopping (yesterday now) we had a late lunch, and only a few hours later we went out to a family party, it was a lovely evening, it was one of the girls' birthdays, so we had a party tea and then watched her opening her presents, one of these presents was a very large one in an oversize cardboard box, and we spent most of the evening entertained by two excited young children and an equally excited young dog turning the giant box into a great adventure and forgetting all about the presents.

Even light work can affect me adversely at the moment, it hurt my legs and spine, but I am ok, I may be very stiff in the morning but never mind, just being able to do something useful was lovely.


2 comments:

  1. Glad to see the oversize cardboard box is still an acceptable present over half a century later.

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  2. Cute. Yes, I have always been grateful for a gift of a cardboard box over the last few years! :)

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