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, 24 March 2015

Tuesday morning

Good morning,

I slept reasonably well but woke at 5am from a strange dream about ships.
I went to the loo, opened the window and slept again, I dreamed lovely delicious dreams that the Diocese of WInchester were brought to justice and stopped harming me forever.
I didn't want to wake up of course, but I did, and I sat on the patio with my housemate and the cat as we drank our tea, the cat didn't drink tea, it just licked itself and bit me.
It is a glorious spring day, and I am going into town on business before going to my shift at the shop.

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