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, 3 July 2015

Friday night

Good evening peeps,

Well I have worked hard in the hot sun again, it is not good for me but I have survived well.
Unfortunately, the blue bike hasn't.

The blue bike was being a work bike, and firstly that chronic gear and chain problem kicked in, then the blue bike got a puncture.
So I have not been back from work long, I am tired, not sure how I am going to manage the heavy Saturday papers without a bike, or the weekend's work. I am very dependent on the blue bike.

The cat didn't seem too hungry when I got home, maybe someone else remembered to feed him, ye gods! did my housemate actually realise that the cat needed hand feeding?! :) I never got round to leaving her a note due to just being too preoccupied with illness and work.
I hardly see her as we work our different shifts and live very different lives.
The weather is still very warm even at night, and the cat is sitting on the patio, looking like a teeny monster :)

I must go to bed now as I will have to be up really early to try and sort out what to do without the blue bike, I can't fix the puncture and even if I did, the gears and chain are really in a bad way.
They had been heading that way, but the bike shop has been too busy and so have I.
Lesson learned?

The stats on this blog have risen so much that I am trying to work out what I am telling you that you find so interesting.
You know how I worry that it is the diocese waiting for news that their police have pounced, knocked me senseless and removed evidence of their abuse of me and taken my credibility again by making me out to be mad, it has happened enough times.

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