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:

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Thursday lunchtime

Good lunchtime, 

Well I was tired last night after a brisk swim, I didn't do an evening walk.

I went to bed early and slept.

During the night I could feel pain in my shoulder.

I woke thinking 'oh no! Ten years later, I have put the shoulder back out!'
But as the day goes on, I think I have just strained a muscle.
It is 10 years since that shouder was repaired. It hurts today but I think it will be ok.

I am tired but as far as I know am not back in relapse.

I woke early this morning, wondering if the noise I heard was the delivery van with my parcel, but as it turns out, it was early morning and a gold and orange sunrise was occuring.

Last night the moon rose as an orange ball, exactly where the sun had risen as an orange ball in the morning, how strange.

I had to wait until midday for my parcel, so I have not been out yet, I missed cafe church, a new venture at one of my churches.

When the parcel arrived, I signed for it and did chicken and bread and yoghurt for lunch.
I must now go and face my duties around town.

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