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:

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Wednesday evening - bike

Wow, I can ride a bike, I can move, I can leave the little square of land that I can barely hobble round, I have been up new roads, to new places, so fast, so easy. A few wobbles and quite nervous of the traffic but wow, a whole new world as my life fades, a world like before, when I could move. Bike goes very fast and often goes on it's own very fast with me not doing anything, it is almost too fast for me, and I have to be alert about traffic and pedestrians, but bike gets me out of the crowds of grockles, it makes me go very fast.

I first learned to ride a bike when I was 7, a bit later than my siblings, my first bike was from a skip, I don't remember much about it, but learning to ride this bike reminds me more of learning to ride my motorbike when I was 21. Slightly wobbly and nervous, trying to remember the rules of the road, when I have been stuck in a world of hobbling and restriction for so long.
I hope tomorrow I am not in too much pain because I just want to go out on my bike forever, rage against the dying light and bikebikebike. And then watch my trains video

1 comment:

  1. So glad you got a bike in the end! Hurrah!

    I haven't heard the word "grockles" for ages, happy memories!