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:

Monday, 27 October 2014

Monday afternoon

Good afternoon,

Well in the glorious early sunshine this morning I set out along the bay on the blue bike, which was innocently acting as if it hadn't been worrying the hell out of me all weekend, but when I got there I found the bike shop closed for the day, typical!

I enjoyed biking back though, it is such a glorious sunny day.

I got home and decided there was time for gymn and swim if I did it the wrong way round and used the pool before it closed.
I had forgotten it was half term, so it was busy. I had my swim and then did a tough gymn because my automated gym routine was blipping and I had to manually set a few machines. Annoying.
I cut a few corners with warmdown and hydration because I ran out of water and I hate warmdown in a busy gym. But I was ok, biked home, did a pork chop and carrot for lunch and been doing odds and ends, biked down to the front and on a sunny half term with a stunny windy fluffy sea, the front is as crowded as summer. I sat with my bike and enjoyed it a while.

I have also put another load of washing on and out while this weather lasts, making the most of it, and I have jacket potatos cooking for tea.

I took the pink bike to Al, he will have it done for tomorrow, if he can't put a pedal crank on then he shouldn't be in the trade.
I am not sure the future of the pink bike but I guess it goes back to it's old owners.

I am just going to bike down to the sea and sit at the cafe with a cuppa before coming back and prepping for health and fitness club.  (to which I will travel on the bus, harhar).

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