Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Sunday Evening

I have been asked to return to blogging.
Er, why?

Dunno. Here I am, blogging.

I wasn't well and I didn't think I would be here sitting in my day-chair, blogging, and thinking how skimmed milk is not much fun. I could use it for milkshake.

Today I went to church, I didn't enjoy it, I don't make any pretence of enjoying church when I don't, it just dragged, so by the end I was just wanting to escape, which is sad as there was a church lunch, but I have learned the hard way, that if I tense up, if I am having flashbacks, if I am silently screaming to escape, it's best if I do.
I had plenty of food at home anyway, and so I did food, tidied up, went for a short walk. Had a bath.

It's a pity about church, last week we had a lovely time, 3 baptisms, two in the morning, one in the afternoon, but today was tedious, which is a pity as it is Pentecost.

The flat is tidy, I have food, and flowers :) and I am creakily pottering about. Nice messages from people asking if they can help.

Still not keen on writing because the pressure as I wait to be destroyed makes it all worthless.

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