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:

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Wednesday Evening 2

Good evening,

I went for my second swim, the water was choppy, so it was more wave jumping than swimming.
Other people were also making the most of the warmth and the surf.
I got tired and staggered home.

At home I put the beach things and other clothes to wash and I tidied up and then sat and worked.
Time passes very slowly as I go back into the darkness of Jersey and walk through it, when I stop writing it feels like days have passed and really only an hour or so at a time has passed.

I put the washing out to dry and took the rubbish out, walked to the shop and then to the sea.
A half moon was lighting the steady foaming surf and it is a mild starry night, lovely for a walk.
I came home and have ben doing odds and ends but am tired for bed now.

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