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, 16 July 2015

Thursday morning

Good morning,

I managed to sleep through, but I think it was dependent on 5HTP, I was groggy and slow to wake.
I had left the window open all night and I could hear the sea roaring as I woke, the day is gloomy and windy but the wind hasn't blown the humidity away yet.

I went to do my papers, the blue bike is running OK but feels different, not as much bounce and liveliness as it used to have.
I had a new paper on my round, in the furthest corner where I am always hoping the other customer will just cancel. Drat!

Anyway, headlines today were mainly about riots and about some girls throwing a fundraising party for their mother's assisted suicide at Dignitas.
Poor taste.
But I do know someone who is planning to go to Dignitas when their illness gets worse, and I find that very hard and will find it hard if they do that, to be honest, I can't imagine my life without that person being part of it.

The cat is curled up on my bed, so I can't make my bed without being swiped with a bunch of sharp needles.
The cat has decided he loves us again recently, he has stopped sleeping out all hours in the garage and forgetting his food, he is eating like a horse and keeping me company, I think it is due to the change from hot weather to cloudy windy weather.

My physio is at 10am, which allows me a late start to my day, I will bike up there at 9.30, and then will go to work on garden clearance.
I am trying to have a day off tomorrow but I will do the garden here, hardly a day off!

On Saturday I have reserved the morning for work for my disabled chap, I let him down with extra hours last weekend due to the big garden clearance job.
The contract work person is OK with that and then I will be doing contract until September at the weekends, as long as I can meet the high standards of that work.

I have to remember to go to the cinema tomorrow night, I am not so keen on going out in the evenings since I have been working, but I let my mates down by not going to the beach bar with them last week, so I must show willing, I am not spending any time on leisure and socialising these days, and unfortunately, because I am an Aspie, I don't even notice but it is to my detriment.

And oh yes, someone asked if I am starting therapy again. Yes, well I am being assessed next week.
See what they say.

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