Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Thursday, 13 November 2014

Thursday evening

Good evening,

Well this afternoon when I got home, the lesser spotted landlady dropped in for a chat, and brought the paperwork about the house being condemned.
All very sad.
But, she said I could take anything I wanted from the flat with me, which is great because the new place is unfurnished, as I probably mentioned.

Anyway, when she had gone I had a bath and washed my hair as I was due to go out.
Then I did odds and ends until I went out.

I walked up to the sea first, a break in the rain although the wind is still strong, so I walked along the sea to the party.

We had a lovely meal and after the meal there was entertainment, it was dancing, and I got dragged into dancing.
It was fun but I am not fully fit and it kills my legs, but nonetheless, I danced, because I have run a short distance a few times recently so I decided I could dance, the dancers were very nice to me and I enjoyed it.
But I was surprised when the professional dancers asked me if I would like to train.
Argh.
Well, one thing I know is it makes you very fit and builds your muscles and lungs, so if my muscles and lungs will build rather than suffering, then I may as well train, especially as it is on Thursday night, which is a free night for me.

Anyway, at the end I was offered lifts home, but I wanted to walk back along the front, so I did, clutching a food parcel I was given.

The sea was roaring, long low surf going way out, the wind howling.

I have just got home.

Me, dancing? Has the world gone bonkers? Or do people think I have too much time on my hands? :)
Harhar.

You know I am autistic because even a day with my mother that took me from my little town and my cozy and ever so precise routines left me bewildered.

Tomorrow I have gym assessment and my whole routine and all fitness has gone to pot due to the events of the week and the rain and the lack of swimming pool.
The pool is back in action on Saturday, I will need an early swim as it will be madly busy.

Tonight heavy rain is due but tomorrow a break in the weather will allow me to get my washing done.

And looking ahead to the sponsored walk, the weather is looking good apart from one day of rain.

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