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:

Friday, 14 February 2014

Friday Morning

I woke at a more natural time for me. Helped by two little travel alarm clocks that I got in the pound shop yesterday.
Now I have means of telling the time always, and the little tick-tock of these clocks and their noisy beeping in the morning.

I dreamed of so much that I have lost, and woke to a wet and gloomy anniversary of my death at Jane Fisher's hands. 3 years.
I had a cuppa and am sitting in bed, I have been looking through and publishing comments on the other blog and replying, and also going through the tweets and requests on twitter.

I was hoping for a longer walk this morning, but the weather is bad and will get worse, so I will do a shorter walk now and one later maybe.

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