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

Sunday, 19 January 2014

Sunday lunchtime

Good lunchtime,

well last night, as with all Saturday nights for some reason, I struggled to get to sleep.
Eventually, 1.30am, I slept, which is useless because I am too tired in the morning then.
I resisted taking an extra sleeping tab because that would send me groggy during the day.

I got up in a muddle and got tea and dressed, not much time for anything else as I was being collected for church.

Church was ok, it is a bit like a marshmallow.
Well that's a funny comment but it is, church is kind of fluffy and harmless, very little of the harsh and terrifying that church used to be for me. Church just happens now, no fuss, very little flashback and nothing scary.
After church, I went on the radiator, which has become my place instead of the VIP corner (very irritating person corner). So people congregate round my radiator and tell me all sorts of things, which is good :) And the Sunday school sweets always end up in that area too :)

Anyway, I got a lift home, wondered what to do next as the oddments on the cupboard did not add up to much, so I threw them all in the slow cooker, it hasn't exploded yet but I think the result will be 'stewp' a cross between stew and soup, I am safe with slow cookers because I am less likely to forget and burn things or leave things on, and a slow cooker can turn anything into a stew.

 I will have a shower or something and do the housework that I am not supposed to do on a Sunday, but I do not think God objects, I think the principle is that people should rest, and I will.
I might go for a walk in this rare sunshine.


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