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:

Saturday, 6 December 2014

saturday morning, London bound

Good morning,

Well I slept well but woke with a cramp in my leg and said nortywords.

I got up in the dark early morning and made tea.

My money was in, so I was London bound.

Waiting on the small platform for the train, the platform was covered in thick frost and the moon hung in a clear and starry sky. The moon set as we travelled, it was all funny and yellow then.

I am now on the third leg of the journey, due into London at about 8.50. And it  is getting light , a brilliant clear dawn over frosty fields.

One of the other people from my house is on the train with me by coincidence, having taken the same route at the same time, but she isn't going to London.

London must be nortyfied pre-christmas, and there is hot chocolate and ice skating and fellowship to be had.

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