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, 21 February 2014

Friday Morning

Good morning,
Last night I had the usual battle to sleep. Slept eventually, dreamed of sailing.
Woke up seeing no point in the day, but at least I woke up when the alarms went off and got up.

Started blogging, showered, then had to deal with more rubbish by email, which did not put me in a good mood, I am at the end of my tether, even though I have no tether, goats have tethers to stop them eating the washing.

I had a brief walk anyway, then the electrics went off, but the right person appeared immediately and chastised the fuseboard.

I wrote a cross email about the email I got, and I am feeling very rattled.
Why can't things be simple? I have been battling uselessly for weeks and nearly given up now.

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