Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Friday, 6 March 2015

Friday evening

Good evening,

This is a very tired blogger.

I managed to crawl out of bed and get myself to work this morning.

My first full day on a gardening team, albeit voluntary, went well, it was a lovely sunny day and I was simply left to work, and I got a lot done, but because I am not work-fit, it has taken a strain on my body, especially my legs, and I am tired enough to sleep now.
Unfortunately after two days of harsh exercise and my first day of work, I get no rest because people have arranged for me to go to London tomorrow and then Mum is coming over again on Sunday.

I am so tired that I hope I can get up, and walk tomorrow, I feel like I do when I do the Great Walks, the next one of which is in exactly a month's time :) Easter Monday it starts. My legs are seizing up.

Anyway, I have to be up early to head for London in the morning.

First Day at Work:

The alarm goes off and I am too tired,
then the cat hears the alarm,
so eventually I fall out of bed,
and throw a saucer of milk at the cat,

I am trying to make a packed lunch 
and do breakfast 
and wash the dishes
and dress and comb

The cat decides it likes the duvet so much
that it drags it off the bed with it's claws
when I pick it up
and the bed was so neatly made

At the last minute I lace my new boots
and hope for the best
and then hurry out the door
miss the bus, get the next one

I worry all the way to work
nothing to worry about,
fill in paperwork, get shown round
and then I go back to my work, at last.

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