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, 13 April 2014

Sunday Lunchtime

Good lunchtime.

Well, last night I didn't expect to sleep well as I was feeling so rough.
I propped up the pillows so that I wouldn't drown and I put all the medicine and tissues and water and a bowl by my bed.
Then I fell asleep.
And amazingly, I slept better than usual, waking once and then waking at 7am with my lungs roaring like a helicopter.
I felt a bit better, still far from ok, but better than yesterday.

It took a long time to get up and get sorted, and my lungs still aren't clearing well, it hurts when I cough and doesn't produce much.

I am resting and watching movies.
I didn't go to church this morning, but I think it is palm sunday, so all the barmy church people process in and out of the church and Jesus watches and says 'what are you doing?' and goes 'oy, it's not fag break' to those who linger.
The Diocese of Winchester forgot to provide a donkey for me to progress to Winchester for crucifixion on anyway.

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