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, 27 July 2015

Monday morning

Good morning,

Well I slept but was dreaming sad dreams.

I woke up wondering if I should go back to bed when I got home from doing the papers, I am still wondering that, just to ease the tiredness.

It is a bright day but with strong winds, I have two gardens I can do including here but they are flexible to do later in the week.

I went out delivering papers, the sea is rough and the tide is in, the wind is strong but has backed to come over the hills so it wasn't bothering me too much, it is due galeforce today and my other gardening customer doesn't like me being out working in that kind of weather, plus I don't think I could bike out there.

Anyway, I had to go back to the shop halfway through my round as there was a mistake in the papers, so despite being there promptly, I didn't get home early.

Did you see 'Humans' last night? Very dramatic, next week is the last in the series, what will happen? And how will I get used to not watching it when it finishes?
I think the highlight was Sophie teaching Niska to play, anyway :) She really got the hang of it in the end.

I am tired. But I am waking up now, maybe not back to bed.
I have had my usual wholemeal toast, and a banana. Why is banana spelled like that?

The sun is shining and the cat is sitting at the patio windows purring vaguely to himself about nothing. He is a happy cat today.

I had a suddent realization as I did my paper round this morning, I have started to get better from post traumatic stress since I quit church, I always knew church caused trauma but I went because I thought I should. But church has been the source of terrible abuse and damage to me for so long that it is simply a place that harms me, even if the church of england who did the damage are no longer part of my life, apart from their occasional intrusions and attacks.
No wonder I have got so much better!

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