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, 22 April 2016

Friday morning

Good morning peeps,

The shop has run out of tomato flatbread! That sucks! I want flatbread, but not so much with garlic.

I have done the papers, read my copy of the local paper, and now I am rained off gardening so I am going to start this flat clearing job, it is a big job and will take well into next week.

Yesterday I did some hearty jungle clearing as well. It was a nice day and I was working nearby so I biked to work.

And I am waiting for a meeting with the potential new support worker next week.

I have been thinking about getting a cat, my mum says I should, it may help with the depression. I mean chasing round after a little furry thing that shreds the house has got to be a distraction. Cats are norty, and they never run out of new nortyness.
I had to leave the old cat behind because he wasn't really mine, but I was worried in case he wouldn't be looked after when I went.

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