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

Friday, 14 March 2014

Friday evening

Good evening,

Well this morning I washed with a jug and bucket and it reminded me of the good old days on the streets.
Eventually I set off, my journey delayed by fog.

I got there eventually and on the way to meet my friend, I did a bit of shopping, things I can't get where I live, such as 5-HTP;  I used to take my 5-HTP in the morning because it can induce vivid dreams and nightmares, but it knocks me out better than the herbal stuff and although I have vivid dreams, they aren't too bad, so I take it at night and it acts as a sleep aid and anti-depressant.

Expensive stuff, and I also got anti-histamines! sneeze sneeze.

I met my friend and we went and had a meal and a cuppa, and then we went to look for a horse.
Because I wanted to see a horsy and stroke it's soft nose.

(It reminded me of George and Jill, one day they were going on about how their grandaughter from Jersey wanted to see an elephant and so they were making arrangements for her to see an elephant.
Funny how they used to complain to me about their gandaughters and say they were spoilt!)

Anyway, sometimes I just want to do things like seeing a horsy and stroking it's nose, so my friend who is very fond of horses and a keen rider, took me to the stables where she used to ride, sadly they were closed and the yard was locked, so we waved to the horses and one of them rolled it's eyes and stuck it's tongue out.

So that was the closest I got to stroking a horsy for my Birthday.

Eventually my friend dropped me off and I headed back here.

The fog was still affecting transport so I got home late.

I have a new shower, which I have tested, and one leak in the roof has stopped, and the landlord says the other should stop when the water dries up, not sure he's right but never mind.


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