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:

Friday, 14 November 2014

Friday morning

Good morning,

Well I was tired and I slept well.

Unfortunately the premonition nightmares continued.

Again, the same person from the diocese of winchester and my past was in the dream, but also my sister.
Both are vulnerable, one to premature death and the other to suicide.

I could text my sister when I top my phone up, but I am not sure what to do about the other person, maybe I should contact Jane Fisher with my comcerns and see if she tries to have me sectioned.

It is 8am, it is grey and rainy here and I am sitting here drinking my tea. The sea is roaring quietly to itself ad the hills are grey. I have a free day, just a parcel to collect, a gym assessment this afternoon and any paperwork to do with moving and sponsored walks that comes in today.

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