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, 23 August 2014

Saturday Morning

Good morning,

Last night I watched some Buffy and went to the shop for milk, the shop had no milk, only a load of drunks.
I also forgot to put the rubbish out again.
I had another disrupted night. Woke in the early hours and woke again late.
I took my bike to Honest Al, but he wasn't there although he normally is on a Saturday.
The chain problem must be the gears again. It will wait until Monday.

I went down to the road end wall, the tide was right in, and instead of being crowded, the beach there was quiet, one girl sunbathing.
I dived into a cool calm sea and swam, no one else was in that little section of sea.
I had a swim and a brief sunbathe and as usual the sun went behind clouds when it saw me! :)

I am home, I must put the washing on and go to the shop for milk, and put the rubbish out.

It was a lovely sunny morning but now it is clouded over.

Yesterday's post got a high number of viewers, if you were puzzled by me getting prescription slips  in the post, it's ok, just the normal stuff, they simply sent me repeat prescriptions with my appointment slip.

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