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 Morning

Good morning,

Well last night I was tired, I was tired by 9pm, and still unfocussed, although I did write one story.
I got into bed and I was out like a light.
I slept well but woke from a sad and hurtful dream, but it was 5.30am, which was fine as I had errands to run, so I dressed, drank tea and set out, with the blue bike muttering about overtime.

I got things done, and went to an earlier church service than usual, I guess I was sleepy but it seemed to drag, but the Priest was very nice, and after the service, Birthday cake was served with the tea.
I am not sure I should have cake before breakfast, but I did anyway! :)

I came home, it was suddenly freezing cold, and I wasn't wearing gloves, so my hands turned blue as I biked the hills home.

I got home freezing cold, it must be cold for it to affect me.
So I did a big plate of bacon and eggs and bread, and I made a large cup of tea to go with it.

The rest of the day is for writing, although I have to go and get a small food parcel from the welfare later, just in case.

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