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:

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Tuesday Afternoon

Good afternoon,

Well I managed to get more work done, and as I went out to hang the still slightly damp washing out, my landlady and neighbour were out there, unfortunately the neighbour's hopes are dashed because there is no way the landlady can stop the inevitable, the council have forced her out of business, she is trying to buy us time but I think if it means moving at Christmas that is no good. I am unsettled and really I need to get re-settled elsewhere as soon as possible, even though I have no wish to leave here.

I hung the washing and went to the post office to get yet another thing off in the post.

Then I went and sat on the seafront for ages, biked up and down and sat some more, I had a cuppa while I sat, and just sat and slowed down a bit, I rarely get to sit and enjoy the sea and the sun, and when I do it makes me fear that the diocese will launch on me because it has been the case for years that if I feel safe, settled or contented, even briefly, something bad to do with the diocese happens, even in the two years I escaped them I was shouted at and driven out because of the record they got me, I am not allowed to live in peace and as their press releases and interventions continue, I still live in fear.

I sat with the park and the reserve and the hills beautiful in the sunshine behind me, and the sea and the great hill beautiful in front of me.
Anyway, as I sat in the glorious sunshine, I watched a finger of haze creep up the back of the great hill. It stole in and started to shadow the hill, it was remarkable because it crept onwards along the back of the hill and down to the cliff, no cloud anywhere else, just the hill shrouded, and then dark clouds spilled over the hills behind me, changing a sunny afternoon into dark and gloomy, and now it has clouded over completely.

I decided to come home, but there were loads of police cars because some kids had trashed the go-cart place, I think.

Now I have a plan for this evening, I decided to try something out.

I will go back out soon but I am just brewing some coffee and it smells nice.

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