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 Morning

Good morning,

Well I haven't had enough sleep. It was about 1am at least before I managed to sleep, I wasn't too comfortable settling down.
Then I woke at 6am with drunk people shouting their way home outside.

I was wide awake and in a little bit of pain, so I got up, tired, I know I will have to sleep later.

I got enough washing in off the line to get dressed. I have a problem due to never having much money, I have three pairs of trousers, one with no zip or buttons, one too short, and the other, my main pair, which are going at the seams and will be indecent soon, I cannot afford trousers and can never find any locally that fit or that I can afford. I have no shorts left, they all wore out, all secondhand, and I have no skirts, I will be reduced to wearing a barrel soon.

Anyway, I dressed, got on my bike and had a bike ride along the bay, there were dog walkers out and the sun was rising through the clouds.

Now home, the linens and net curtain and things are in the washing machine, waiting to go on at a time when it wont disturb anyone, and I am plodding on with some work.

I have to say that the illness thankfully seems to have gone into remission somewhat. It is a relief. It never completely goes, but it eases off, and last week was a shocker.

I am just going through my last months in Dorset and towards my first months in Jersey, and this song is one of my themes from that time

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