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:

Thursday, 5 March 2015

Thursday Morning

Good morning,

Well I had a restless night. But I got enough sleep, actually I was simply so tired last night that I went to bed early, maybe that was because I simply did 50 times 25 pounds on the weights at the gym, without bothering to do sets and rests, silly girl.

I got up this morning and no meow, no sign of the cat at all, which is unusual, he likes food and fuss in the morning, he has been such a friendly cat the last few days, but quieter than usual, but he still hasn't come home this morning, which worries me as he is an elderly gent of about 16, and I have sole charge of him at the moment. OK, I am worried about the cat. I put him a saucer of milk, but no meow happened.

It is a cool clear morning, lovely, I am looking forward to a bike ride and gym and swim.
I have the shop this afternoon.

I am not supposed to talk about this, but:

How did the Dean of Jersey save money on flights to his sabbatical?

He got himself fired there in a canon law gun.

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