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, 31 March 2015

Tuesday Morning

Good morning,

Well, galeforce winds hit us during the night, it really howled, and it is still howling, unfortunately the winds mean that one of my two interviews has already been cancelled as the interviewer is from outside the area and cannot get here because of the weather! Unfair. But they are hoping to interview me tomorrow, according the message, although how I can do that when I am on the grounds team, I don't know. Tomorrow is my last day on the grounds team before Easter and the Great Walk.

Anyway, I was tired and went to bed early after a bath last night, the cat was going to stay, but he started biting me, he is a strange cat, so I tipped him out.
I slept, but I had a lot of vivid dreams.

I dreamed that we were under some sort of communist regime where people had to wear stripes if they had been abused or had relationships and that way no-one could make accusations of abuse. I was very focussed in the dream and I disputed this regime and said that some people could not simply disclose abuse and get stripes, they have to do it in their own time. I don't think we are quite as bad as that regime in real life, but certainly from comments I see on press and media articles about abuse, people are very ignorant and very cruel to abuse victims.

Anyway, the next dream was about sponsored events, I dreamed I got my walk mixed up with at least two other sponsored events, and I got very confused, and kept trying to start my walk or join other sponsored events.  Again it was very vivid.

I woke up to the howling wind, my housemate had either come in early or come in during the night and was going out again.

The cat is on the stairs, gnashing his teeth thoughtfully and looking like a little monster, well he is a little monster, I think the wind unsettles him.

So, my first interview is cancelled and that takes some of the pressure off, and I will go and look at the sea and get some pictures before I go to the charity shop.

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