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, 24 September 2014

Wednesday Morning

Good morning,

Well I slept reasonably well until just before 6am.
I woke from nightmares about Jane Fisher and the police.
I was hot and I needed the loo and I couldn't get back to sleep.

So I got up, went to the loo and put the kettle on.

Then I dressed and went for a bike ride.

There was a notice in the hall, notices usually mean a spat about the bins or something, but it was just my neighbour reminding everyone to come to her cake sale at work.
She doesn't know I have no money, so I hope I don't offend her by not turning up.

I biked along the bay, the sunrise was angry yellow against blue clouds, the sea was calm, half tide. There is no mist today, it is cool and cloudy, it is due to rain. It rained in the night.

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