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:

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Thursday lunchtime

Good lunchtime,

So far a cold egg, a carrot and some tea are being consumed, because I am in a vague mood.

I am tired.

This morning I was awake at 3am cos my neighbour has gone barking mad, and I fell asleep at 5am until 9am, which is disorientating.

I got up again at 9 and did a brief tidy up because the Andy-Man is coming to fit smoke alarms this afternoon.

Then I headed for cafe church, although I was a bit too disorientated to chat with my friends much or knit. I did read the papers and magazines, and think about getting work published as suggested by my friend yesterday.

Funnily enough, as I sat there, some people came and asked if I would do an article for the church magazine. I have had three articles published in church magazines before so I talked to them about that.

I am not a rabid evangelical but surely all this recent push by people for me to get work published can't be co-incidence?
I see no hope of real publication at the moment though.

Anyway, I came home through the rain on the blue bike, down the cliffs and through town, and stopped to get some cards from the chattery shop, and now I am doing letters and cards before I go for gymn and swim later, cards and letters are positive communication and I get a pat on the head and a cookie.
Only there are no cookies in this house.

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