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:

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Wednesday Morning

Good morning,
I slept last night, eventually. I dreamed about guns and all kinds of things, in part of the dream there was a panicking cow running round the room and I spoke reassuringly to it, and it calmed down and drooled happily on the furniture. Those who don't know, I used to work with cows, and when they drool, they really drool, those black and white ones.

Anyway, then I have had a bus ride and am sitting in a cafe with a hot chocolate.
I have no plans except to do some writing when I go back later, I am staying out and about to try and calm down.

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