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:

Wednesday, 31 December 2014

New Years eve, evening

Good evening,

Well 45 minutes to go to the New Year, and I am tired but I may as well stay up.

This afternoon I was scooting about on the blue bike, running errands.

Then I came home.

I have spent the evening very peacefully writing.

The manuscript first draft is halfway there, now you just have to work out which manuscript that is.

I have watched back to the future repeatedly, and the sequels, I must know it by heart now, but do I understand it? :)

What else has been on? Nanny McPhee, various comedy stuff, Abba, etc, just been watching while writing, in a very silent house, I think someone came home about 10 minutes ago, while the others are out, but the peace and quiet is awesome.

Mum phoned earlier and we caught up news and wished each other a Happy New Year.

The year ahead will focus on writing, working towards work, working out how to afford the specialist therapy (oy, Diocese, your responsibility, write me a fat cheque), even equine therapy will be hard to afford and it is reasonably priced, and generally it will be a year of writing and development in any way possible, unless the Church of England destroy me, which they will if they can.

38 minutes to go and I am tired, I was up early.

Rain is coming in after the cold weather, and temperatures are going up.

I am completely used to the unheated house now and it is better for my lungs than central heating.

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