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:

Friday, 17 July 2015

Friday morning

Good morning,

Well yesterday I went to physiotherapy, and they concluded it as I have made good progress and I just have to do exercises and ice forever now.
So I went to work, garden clearance, and started off badly by getting stung by a bee, on the palm of my hand! Bees are not weeds, do not grab them with handfuls of weeds! :(

So I had a sore hand and the poison made my hand and arm ache, but not too bad, so I worked on, and when my client came home, she found me some anthisan stuff to put on the sting.

I got home with time for a shower and a meal and a bike along the sea front.
Then my friend collected me and we ventured into a big scary unknown adventure, with me insisting I didn't even know what a car was!
I was looking out for the car and there it was, just as I imagined it, it is old but nothing wrong with it, a Peuguot like my old one, only older than my old one, haha, a 'no-frills' old car with two lady owners from new and not a bad mileage.
we drove it round the lane and it is basic but sound, and so with a promise to make a decision soon, me and my friend had a drive around and talked about it, we decided it is fine, and I did a full background check on the car when I got home, you can pay for a full record of a car for about £15 from RAC and places like that, and the background exactly matched what the family selling the car told us, and they were selling because they needed a bigger car for their growing family.
So then I checked tax and insurance costs and that is all good. It is a little car.

So this evening on the way to the cinema with my mate, I will drop off the deposit, and tax and insure the car over the weekend.
We are going to see 'Self/less' at the cinema, another body-swap movie.

Anyway, today I am trying to have an almost day off, I will do some gardening here at home that I will be paid for but it is easier to garden at home than go out.
Anway, last night I slept reasonably well, my housemate was away and I slept peacefully and dreamed vaguely about Julie Wallman who was that Jane Fisher clone who screwed me over with Bob Hill, but it was vague and brief and I didn't suffer any distress on waking.
Julie Wallman:

I dragged myself out of bed to do the heavy local papers and when I got to the shop they told me the local paper was heavier than usual but I didn't notice any difference, I plodded round the round and came home for breakfast, it is still cloudy and windy but getting brighter later, I may swim in the sea if the wind dies down.

I got my local paper from the corner shop on my way back down the hill on my round, I usually stop there for the paper or bread or milk and they know me, they say 'Hey papergirl! Is your bike working today?!' Haha.

Anyway, I have just written a pen letter in response to one I got yesterday, now I need to do some business paperwork and other tasks, and I need to go and get my prescription as my combination inhaler is running out.

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