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, 24 August 2014

Sunday Morning

Good morning,

I had another rough night and woke at 5am and then was in and out of sleep and nightmares, mainly about my family.
I feel lazy and tired, I am in bed with the laptop on a tray.

I have had a few cups of tea, and I think I will get up and go and have a swim before the early sunshone goes.

I don't want church today, well maybe this evening, but I don't see church as an every sunday thing any more, there is church in the week, vigil mass, and besides some of the biggest snobs, abusers and nasty people I have ever known think Church on Sunday is essential and it does not change them, so why should someone destroyed and condemned by the church feel the need to religiously attend when it causes flashbacks and anxiety? No offence to my lovely church people who are always kind and welcoming.

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