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, 12 August 2014

Tuessday Lunchtime

Good lunchtime,

I slept the night but woke late.

I struggled to get up and sort myself out, and eventually went to get my bike off Honest Al.
Honest Al had kindly found spare parts and fixed the bike for nothing, which is very kind of him, I think he know I have little money, so that means I now have £5 for food for today and tomorrow that I was saving for the bike.

I took the bike for a ride round the block, the tide is high and the waves are crashing, so I am going to go back with my camera soon.
I must remember, bike riding is a sport, and especially in the wind I need my inhaler, I came home gasping for breath.

I have answered some more questions about my story. It really helps me to do that.

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