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:

Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Tuesday evening

Good evening,

This blog is still statting very low despite no post this morning.

Well, last night I was tired and slept very well. I did dream but I can't remember it and it wasn't distressing.

I woke peacefully this morning and it seems I woke in obsessive cleaning mode. I always open the window in the morning but this morning I took all the linen and bedding off the bed, I would have washed it but I had no washing powder, but if you have asthma, you have to take the bedding and linen off if your asthma gets worse, because you have to work out why it is worse.

Anyway, I did the dusting in my room, my room is naturally dusty, but at least it is naturally warm from the sun on the panels. Dusting is not good for asthma but when it is done, the room is less likely to make me cough.

Then I made another foray into the room upstairs, and cleaned some more there. I had left the windows open over night, so it was a lot better in there.

Thankfully some money came through today, so I headed out to shop.

I went to the pound shop and got things I needed, mouthwash, shower gel, antacids, vitamins, washing powder, cleaning stuff, candle etc.
Then I got groceries and flowers, and I got a pair of trousers and a book. Everything has been running out and wearing out while I have been low on money.
It is lovely to have a candle and flowers again, it makes me feel better.

There is a chicken casserole cooking, and after sorting out ariel problems, I am watching television for once.
It is nice to have a break from writing.

The Daily Fail have just called Justin Welby a hypocrite again over his comments on living wage at odds with the fact that the CofE don't pay their clergy well. They are correct, I think. JM used to complain to me about her salary, she apparently managed because her husband was better off than she was and could manage her money for her.

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