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:

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Wednesday lunchtime

It is really hard to focus at the moment, and I am getting chest pains most days from asthma and anxiety caused by the Church of England trashing my life.

I went to the drop in and got a noisy greeting and an immediate brunch put in front of me, which I followed up with loads and loads of coffee.

The coffee made me hyper of course, and there is no-one to play with at the drop-in, although they are all nice, they are not kids like me.

So I played with the scrabble letters and annexed my wall in the sunshine to sit in and declared it an independent country, and I buzzed nortily about and chatted to people and got chatted to.

Then I wandered nortily off again.

No comments:

Post a Comment