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:

Friday, 20 February 2015

Friday Evening

Good evening,

Well I have been having flashbacks today, which de-stabilizes me slightly, and not being well doesn't help.

I went into the next town and did some shopping and went to the bank. I also went in church and lit candles and prayed. I felt very old when I tried to stand up and walk out of church, I felt too tired to be out and my joints ached.

I came home, did chicken and carrots and homous for lunch, I have very little energy. I had a nice bath and read a book.
Then I walked down to the library and returned three books and then walked along the bay. The tide was out, but there was water and sand everywhere from the massive spring tides, that I have missed seeing.
I saw a lovely sunset.

I came home and I am tiredly mooching around, while the cat is asleep on my princess blanket.

I have spray to help me breathe, but it is horrible. But I can breathe, even if everything tastes of saline now.

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