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:

Friday, 27 June 2014

Friday evening

Good evening,

Well it hasn't been a good day, neither was yesterday, the high pollen count and the pain in my head and neck are part of it, the diocese and the crackpot states of Jersey are the other part.

Well this morning I was not well, so I sat in my daychair until lunchtime, keeping the tea and painkillers topped up, and at lunchtime I had a bath, which made me feel a bit better, and did homous sandwiches for lunch.

Then I went and watched the sea and took some photographs, and then I went for a bus ride.

I went into town and withdrew the little bit of money I have left and got some food, I am running short of money this week, I desparately need boots or foam pads, but I cannot afford them and walking is so painful.

I came home, it was a horrible bus ride, crowded bus, lorry blocking the road for ages, other bus broken down and all the passengers transferred, a near miss with another bus, etc, so not fun, really having a hard time at the moment, but my friend got off the bus with me and we had a really good chat, he is the only person I have not been angry with in the last few days.

When he went home, I walked by the sea, came home and cooked supper, and then to my horror, when I turned the computer on, the almighty idiots in Jersey had sent me some crap, so I reported them to Jersey police, when I want bailhache's puppets wasting my life, I will let them know.

By 8pm I was in pyjamas and sitting here in bed, as I still am, tired and in pain but to wound up to sleep.

It has been better weather than forecast today, warm with very little rain.

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