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, 24 June 2014

Tuesday Evening

It was too hot at the drop in, so I came home and got my beach things and had a swim.
I got cross with the grockles for pulling limpets off the wall, cos those are living creatures! :(

I got home and rinsed my aqua shoes and beach clothes and put them out to dry, and I had a good old bath and hair wash.

I have been busy writing, and I did macaroni cheese for supper.
I am now going to have a break and do a litterpick walk.

It was sad news earlier that someone died suddenly, the mother of the people from the drop in who I often see on the beach.
She was in church on Sunday and last week I was sitting on the sea wall with her, telling her about the ships out on the bay.
I think I get more puzzled about death than most people.

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