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:

Sunday, 4 January 2015

Sunday evening

I am tired with a sore throat and a cough, is it another virus?

Everyone has been nice to me today, I wonder why?
The Priest, my housemates, my friends, the welfare, everyone has been nice.

I got a lot of writing done today.

I went to the welfare this evening to get a food parcel, but I was also taken in and fed a good meal and given Christmas cake, and it was a bit tasty.
Because I was out, and there were buses wandering about, I caught one, and had a wander about, and then came home to watch Evan Almighty.
I am tired, no more writing.

I am supposed to be going to my horse therapy in the morning, I'm feeling a little horse, should I be?

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