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:

Monday, 6 July 2015

Monday afternoon

Good afternoon peeps,

Again the stats are high. I am not doing anything extraordinary, although I am sure I can think of something for your entertainment! :) As you can imagine.

I slept reasonably well last night, despite the return of the hot weather.
I woke this morning to a quiet house, my housemate is away and I am not doing the paper round until the bike is fixed tomorrow, so it will be wednesday before I return to my round :( it is financial loss to me, however small, so I am not chuffed. I just took the faulty trolley back to the shop and then went and got a load of cleaning products, I wish my housemate would chip in as I do all  the cleaning and buy the products and she doesn't do a thing.

Anyway, I have been doing my ledger and trying to deal with HMRC this morning. They are a pain in the behind.

I was due to work this afternoon but I am very tired, and my customer has been offered a full day's work from me later in the week as there is so much to do, so I may well spend the afternoon on paperwork, letters and music studies, and housework!

It is a mild but cloudy day, and I am much too tired to swim in the sea. I think working in the heat after having a virus was a bit too much for me.

I frontlined the cat, usually he comes back and claws my leg for it, cos he aint stoopid, but this time he just ignored me. He may claw my leg later.
He still goes mental about chasing the rosary round the room, but he is getting older and slowing up a bit.
Did I tell you all the jokes me and mum made about cat-echism, and cat-olics and you-cat because of him chasing the rosary?

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