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, 5 July 2014

Saturday 12.55am

Good morning peeps,

Well I am not a very happy person, I am hot and I am tense.

I am supposed to be in my crispy new bed, sleeping to the lullaby of the falling rain and pounding surf.

I was just trying to settle down, windows closed to shut out the commotion of emergency services in the road outside, sweltering hot, when the police started their house to house inquiries, and who is up in our house? Not the poor old gents, dunno where me neighbour is, so it's me, so me at the front door in my unflattering pyjamas that consist of real pyjama legs in case I get deported, and an old cotton top which does not look too pyjamary, but obviously I was in pyjamas and there is a hunky policesman at my front door, asking me all about it, so I explained all about it to him, and he said goodnight, and I forgot to tell him that I hoped the weather get better, because it is heavy rain all night.

So anyway, back to bed, no, sweltering and tense, back on the computer and in only  5 hours I am supposed to be setting off to my friends, well another non-alcohol-based weekend disaster for me, the flat is frying hot and I can't open the window because of the noise.
I haven't seen my friends for ages, and I am going to turn up wrecked, tired and grumpy, ha! (what did I do to deserve this?).

Outside, a load of men in space suits are swarming around a white tent that has been put up over the body, and lots of police in an assortment of hats are standing guard as the rain pours down.

I tried to pray for the dead man and his family, I was a bit shaky about that.

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