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:

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Sunday evening

Good evening,

Well, having done my housework, I went to church, enjoyed the service and was amused at how many people wanted to look after me, one has to have a norty-sitter otherwise one dives under the chairs and mooches nosily around :)
Nah, we had nice tea and cake as it was a special occasion, but cake isn't a sufficient meal, so when I got home I used the last packet soup and the last dry bread for my lunch, but I was still hungry.
I was also tired and dizzy, so I snoozed a while.

I went to evening church and they were ever so nice, more tea and cake and one lady had brought a plate of roast dinner for her friend who had not turned up so she offered it to me, I ate it all even the plate :)
 The church said they will arrange some food for me.
 And I got a lift home.

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