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 Lunchtime

Good lunchtime,

I went to art class. I did not draw voluptuous nudes, I sketched a still life and coloured it in with pastels.
I was allowed to bring it home.

After art class I went to look for clothes in the £1 sale at the chattery shop, but I did not find anything suitable, but some people came in with a teeny sweet puppy that everyone made a fuss of.
I got a candle for 20p, I like to have a candle burning in the house. I am almost out of money, but I went and looked in the supermarket to find something for lunch, and there was a macaroni cheese winking at me from the reduced section, so I kidnapped it, I also spent one of my precious pounds on some mouthwash, after all, if I am about to starve to death, I would like to die all hygenic and with sweet breath.

I am sitting here looking at an ominous sky and wondering if I am going to bike up to my friend's craft club or not, I am tired already.

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