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:

Saturday, 28 June 2014

Saturday lunchtime

Good lunchtime,

I am very tired,
It was warm last night and I struggled to sleep.
I dreamed a colourful and vivid dream about Christmas,  woke needing the loo at about 4am, slept again.
I dreamed of prison again, the terror and being trapped, I will never really recover.
I dreamed that I was supposed to go to court and over and over again the prison forgot to take me to court and I was panicking and panicking, because I knew the court were supposed to free me.

I am not sure how long I can go on like this, with the bastard diocese and the nasty little states of Jersey rippinging me mindlessly to shreds for no reason and to no aim.
Why can they not accept that their destroyal of me was supposed to finish with them leaving me homeless destitute and branded?
I am longing to return to the safety of rough sleeping, where I will be beyond these wicked people.

I am in pain and tired, I am in my day chair and I do not want to move or do anything.

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