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, 19 July 2014

Saturday Morning

Good morning,

Last night I went for a late walk, lots of people were out getting drunk, I wanted to get pictures of lightning over the sea, but I didn't, the tide was out and the wet sand reflected all the lights on the bay, there were ships at anchor in the bay, and the cardinals flashing in symphony, but no lightning.

Well I followed all the keeping cool instructions last night, wet teatowel, mist spray, fan by the bed, windows open, etc, I slept and I woke in the early hours and turned the fan off and took my ear plugs out.
And slept again, missed any thunderstorms.

I dreamed a lot. Dearmed I was in Jersey, bewildered and sad, back in Jersey, lost, thinking that seeing St. Ouens or St. Aubins would cheer me up, but nothing did, I did not want to be in Jersey, I wanted to be home.
Then I dreamed of police and cruelty and cells and shame and panic and violence.

I was relieved to wake, but these dreams impact on my waking life, so I am sitting here in my chair feeling awful. The weather is grey and wet, and I don't want to do anything.

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