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, 12 December 2014

Friday afternoon

Good afternoon,

Apologies, yesterday's post was labelled Tuesday afternoon, by accident.

Well, last night I went riding on buses, enjoying the Christmas lights.

Then I came home, and went to bed early, very tired.

I woke late this morning, 9.10am.

I had a shower, did some writing and although I feel rough and tired, I went out after a while.
Biked along the cliffs, enjoying the stormy sea, briefly checked in at coffee morning, then went to drop a card off.
Then I had my good old bike along the seafront, enjoying the wild weather and the sea.
A few people were out with wetsuits and boards.

I sat in the beach cafe, enjoying the sea, and realised I hadn't eaten all day and was tired.

Set off home via the shop and the other Christmas tree festival, where I was made very welcome but didn't have my camera, so I will have to go back tomorrow.

Home at last, very tired.
I did chicken and homous for lunch. Read the local paper, and now all I want to do is sleep.

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