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:

Saturday, 27 September 2014

Saturday Morning

Good morning,

I slept a troubled night, I must have been having night terrors because I got up for the loo in the night and put the light on, which I don't normally.
I slept again and dreamed a lot. Sad dreams, dreams about my old friend Juliet and her dog and her mum, and lots of other things.

I woke thinking I had overslept. But it was only 8am, which is not oversleeping, especially not on a Saturday.

I got up, drank tea, dressed, put the rent through and went for my morning bike ride.

The sea was mirror calm against a steel sky with no mist, pale sunshine lit the sea through gaps in the cloud, but it was so boring, like St. Aubins Bay, boring. Even the Great Hill looked boring in the pale sunshine, it is meant to be dark and brooding, and it is much more majestic than Noirmont, so there.

Home, the flat is tidy and another boring day, I think.

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