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, 14 September 2014

Sunday Morning

Good morning,

I went to bed early and fell asleep at once but only slept shallowly, I dreamed a lot, mainly I dreamed I was homeless again, homeless here, and people were arguing about helping or not helping me.

I woke wide awake some time between 7 and 8am and scrambled into life, kettle on and window wide open to let the mist and sunshine in.

I considered having my swim now but the tide is far out and the waves are foamy and strong, so I biked along the front, wishing I could just bike slowly and peacefully in the beautiful morning forever.
A few dog walkers and other people were out.

I just came home, I can hear the sea roaring and the sun is shining in the window, I will have a bath and go to church.

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