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, 23 September 2014

Tuesday evening

Good evening,

I am nearly ready for sleep. There is a buzzy thing buzzing round my flat, how rude of it.

I came home from the swim thinking I would sleep, but I remained wide awake so I sat in bed and watched Buffy.
Then I got up, went for a bike ride, beautiful evening and sunset and nice and cold.

I came home and gave the flat it's thorough clean. It all sparkles now.

The box that ambushes me from the wardrobe top has gone out in the recycling, along with newpapers and other stuff.

I took the rubbish out and walked, it is a cold clear night.
Now I am sitting here in my pyjamas, which look more like pyjamas than the ones I was deported in.

My neighbour has been busy baking as she has a cake sale at work tomorrow, I didn't have the heart to tell her that I cannot come and buy as I have no money spare for cakes.

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