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:

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Wednesday Lunchtime

Good lunchtime,

I am minding the shop and it is busy. I am here until 3pm.

I went to bed early and was asleep straight away.
I woke at 3.30am, the cat was mewing at my door and the other lodger was awake but quietly, neither the cat nor the other lodger had woken me, I just woke.
I went to the loo, realised the time and hoped I slept again.
I lay awake for a while, then I slept again and dreamed vivid and sad dreams about JM.
I see a certain other person was awake and reading my blog at about the time I woke up, how odd.

I got up this morning, drank tea, washed, dressed and had cups of tea. Then there was enough money through for me to top up my bus pass, so I did. And I had breakfast at a beach café, which I can't afford to do often but it was a kind of muted 'Yay!' kind of breakfast to celebrate being home, and I sat there watching the waves break on the ebbing tide as I ate.

Then I headed for the shop, and stopped to pick up my computer on the way.
I am here with a shop full of customers, just catching up the blog as I wait for people to buy things.

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