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, 7 May 2015

Thursday Morning

Good morning,

Well, yesterday I felt tired and ill but I went to work, three hours of weeding and pruning in the howling gale.
Then I walked down to the main road, eating my sandwich on the way.
My friend was there to pick me up, I was going to garden for her but she was too concerned about me working in the galeforce winds and I was so tired I was almost asleep in the car.
So in the end we decided to leave the gardening for the day.
Especially as one of her family told us that tennis club was cancelled for the day due to wind.
'Why can't they tether the tennis balls?'
'They would have to tether the children as well.'

The wind was so massive and destructive that dustbins were wandering around, and I expected to come home to find our dustbins had wandered off as I had put them out for emptying.
But when I got home someone had been round and had put the dustbins safely away, so I walked in, picked the cat up and put him on the table as I tried to decipher a note left for me about the cat feeder.

The other day, the cat feeder forgot to feed the cat, but because he has a habit of wandering around telling everyone he's 'Starving!' I didn't notice until late evening and I realised he was a very light and empty-bellied cat, he shouldn't cry wolf so much! :)

Anyway, someone dropped by to fix the feeder yesterday and so I was trying to read this note, and normally the cat walks along the table and jumps off, but this time he sat there smirking and decided to weave himself around my vase of carefully arranged flowers, so he subsequently got fired from the table very rapidly.

The feeder is working now.

Last night was as normal, Simpsons and Hollyoaks.
I though the Simpsons spin off episode would be rubbish but actually it was OK. Especially the bit where the Simpsons were Beavers:
Bart: 'Shut the Dam door!'
Marge: 'Bart!'
Bart: 'What! The door is open!'

And then Hollyoaks. Omg, Steve! :)
The only problem with last night's Hollyoaks was that my fave character was absent.
No one who knows me would ever have imagined I would become a Hollyoaks fan :) It does cause flashbacks sometimes, so I have to be careful.

Anyway, I went out riding on the buses last night, in the hope I would be too tired for nightmares, but I had another bad night and I am too sick for work. It is still windy but not severe galeforce like it has been, I know of someone who has been sleeping in a tent and the wind ripped his tent to bits.

I have the dentist this afternoon, and being already headachy does not bode well. My poor sensetive jaw and skull protest madly about dentists.

There is not much on tv about the General Election Day yet, it will be this evening.
Sadly, it looks unlikely that the government who are killing the poor and vulnerable will go, when the diocese are not bothering me, the hell of living destitute is, it is a life not worth living at all.

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