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, 17 September 2015


Good evening from a very tired person.

Well I slept OK last night but dreamed a lot. I had cleaned the flat and been in an online university seminar.

When I woke in the morning I already felt tired but the weather was OK, so I biked to the shop and did my paper round, and went straight from there to work, starting work at 8.15am, about 8 or 10 miles away, so I was doing well.
And I managed to get good hard work done before biking back, having lunch and a shower and changing into smart clothes.
Then I dropped my washing of at the laundarette and it won't be ready until midday tomorrow, so I will collect it after the bed arrives.

Then I went to my trial for new work. It is different work, but I can learn it and it is two minutes away so that is great, my next shift is on Monday. It is only casual and temporary.

Anyway, I came home and chatted with my neighbour and landlady.
The blue bike is tied to a tree, chewing oats, it has done very well today.
But I am tired and in pain, today has been too much for me.

Tomorrow is easier, just the heavy local papers with the rounds first thing and then a day off, and a weekend off, if I am lucky, apart from the papers.

Why is it in Hollyoaks, every accident turns into unconsciousness and death? Maybe their Hospital is not very good.
Hmm, I would not like to go to hospital there. I am worried about my friend.

I am not going to do anything this evening, no study, no housework, no nothing, no reading, just finishing my programmes and then an early night. I will sleep well, but I must wake up at 5.30 to get the papers done.

We will just run a teeny test if you want to take part Can you tell when I am in Jersey?

Oh, a funny thing earlier. I was working in my client's garden and the postwoman came by and gave me the post, I fleetingly wondered why she seemed relieved to hand the post over, and I took it indoors.
My client said 'Was the postman a lady postman?' which made me want to laugh out loud, but he was serious, and I said yes, he said 'Did she seem cross? I said no.
But apparently one of the dogs got out and headbutted her the other day, so he is worried. The dogs are lovely but it must have scared the postwoman.

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