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:

Sunday, 31 August 2014

Sunday Afternoon - Police

Well I went for my swim, it was a good swim and I swam strongly and then drifted in the water and did my exercises.
I have been stung, I do not know if it was a jellyfish or one of those many swarming insects that are around at the moment.
I got home and there was a police van parked outside, so I decided not to get home, instead I went away and went into flashbacks and distress.
The police have gone, I have yet to find out if it was me personally that they wanted to beat the shit out of for whoever is powerful enough to tell them what to do.
I did consider packing a bag and going, but if they do come and beat me, I will be made homeless and return to the streets anyway.

Calling all mentors, can you arrange to sort out information in case the police do want to silence me for the powerful and influential? No illusion that the police are to do with law keeping, because they don't keep the law very well.

I have lived in fear of the police for years now.

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