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:

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Tuesday Morning

Good morning,

Well yesterday was a busy day, even when I got home at 6pm and thought I would relax and get some housework done, I had a voicemail, and had to go out again, it is funny, I have this flat and I am out and busy all the time! :)

Anyway, I got home again at about 8.30 and did a bit of writing.
Had a bath, and fell into bed.

Slept the night apart from a toilet break. at 4am, it is hard to adjust the temperature here,I can wake too cold or too hot, I was hot, so I got orange squash and opened the window and slept again.

I was meant to get up early and get my washing in before the rain, but when the alarms went off, I knocked them on the floor and slept again, I knocked the battery out of one of the alarm clock so it stopped.

Eventually I got up and am sitting here with my tea, I think I needed a lie in, I am not resting as I am supposed to during the day, and I am ending up with no energy.

Last night I dreamed about the diocese, Bishop Dakin was doing some sort of pomp and circumstance parade and he had a strange shaven-headed man helping him instead of the barrister with a dog collar who is his chaplain.
I dreamed they tried to trick me and I told them what I thought of that, but I came to the parade and was in a wheelchair.

Well sometimes I wish I could afford a mobility scooter, and sometimes these days, a wheelchair would be easier, but I am not giving up while my legs still move.

I woke up with the screaming horrors of how I was slandered in Jersey and how it was repeated back to me what the clergy were saying about me at their meetings.
I feel like writing about it, but writing when I am angry is not a great idea.

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