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, 8 July 2014

Tuesday Afternoon

Good afternoon,

Well seeing as I was up early. I took a bath and washed my hair in coal tar shampoo, oh my scalp is feeling much happier! :)
Anyway, so I headed for an early morning shopping expedition.
The sea was mirror calm and the sky cloudy.

I went to the supermarket and got groceries, and fan!
The box for the fan said 'Easy assembly' but I would have preferred it to say 'A clutz could assemble this', because it is so variable with these things.

I got home, successfully assembled the fan, put it on, and went to have coffee and chats with the verious folk.

I went to look at an art gallery cafe on the way back, but it reminded me of the gallery and I felt sad and I feel unable to join anything new while the diocese are hanging round my neck.
At coffee, everyone was making a fuss about what happened outside my home at the weekend. But for me, that is fading away.

I am here, sitting, feeling useless.
The problem with indoors is that it has taken my life away, my life was survival, and without that and with the diocese ever a danger and also knowing where I am, I feel completely invalidated and I am having flashbacks to the horrors of what Jane Fisher and her police did to me.

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