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, 2 October 2014

Thursday morning, sorry, posted on the wrong blog again

Good morning,

Well it is 5.45am, and although I didn't have too bad a night, I am still tense and I woke early unable to sleep, I got up because recently I have returned to the nighttime distress about the church that used to plague me on the streets and so I decided it was better to get up.

I am not in pain, but am still tense and feeling the after effects of the illness, by this evening I should be fine.

It is still dark, otherwise I would be biking along the front.
It is cool and smoky autumn dark :)


By 7-ish it was light so I went for a bike ride.
The fog was down thick over the sea, the hills were invisible, I get a bit narked when my hills wander off, so I biked up to the cliff but it remained invisible.
It was so quiet and peaceful, the fog down close over a grey calm sea and no hills visible.
I biked fast to try and build my muscles a bit.

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