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:

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Thursday lunchtime

Good lunchtime,

I went to the post office to post my letters, the man there is funny.
I posted my letters and got a ready meal for my lunch, which I have busily consumed.

I am chockful of painkillers and feeling a bit better.
Everyone is getting sick at the moment, I just seem to have got a double dose of it, with my cervical vertebrae and trapezium muscles adding their shout to everything.

I keep wanting to go back to bed, but it would be too easy to give up and go to bed for a year, so I will clip my nails and do the washing up instead.

It is letter writing day, so I must continue to write and try and break the deadlock.

I am all tense and sad and anxious.
I do not want to walk, walking down to the post office is the limit at the moment.

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