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:

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Sunday 9am

Good morning,
well, as you see, I didn't update yesterday, I was tired when I got back.

I like days out, because I know that there are cups of tea everywhere in this world.
Once I get orientated and become less afraid of the people I am ok.

It was raining but that was ok, my friend took me to the station, but we had to change our route because of floods.

And all public transport was ok, so I got there.

Now, my idea of a day out is to go to a different town and sit in the library :)

So I sat in the library there, although that wasn't the full purpose of the trip, then I had a few things to do, and I did some things, got a coffee, phoned my friend and arranged to meet.

My friend met me and we went and met someone else and went to a meeting, I was relieved to have my friend there as she was a great help, and then we had soup and rolls for lunch and then she had to go and I went shopping and headed home.
The temperature was dropping, so when I got home I had fish pie and a nice bath.
I got herbal sleep tablets when I was out, just while I learn to sleep properly again.
I slept from 11.30pm to 8am, which is better, I need lots of sleep, no nightmares again, just vivid dreams.

I woke up feeling all warm and comfy and wanting another few hours sleep.

I wonder about this blog, writing about fish pie and baths is not the same as writing about the rapists and murderers I met at soup kitchen.

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