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:

Saturday, 23 April 2016


Good morning peeps,

Well I think it was the dreams that woke me, sad dreams about the past and my old friends.
Also a really strange dream that I had a baby, in the dream the baby had been adopted or fostered and I wasn't interested and I was studying and then I realised that I needed to bring this baby up and look after it.
But the dream about the baby was mingled with sad dreams about my old friends and the community events we used to work on. Isn't is amazing that because they were all church people, the length or strength of the friendships didn't matter, all that mattered was what the diocese of Winchester told them and they all turned away?

Anyway, I don't dwell on that or even think about those shallow people who would behave like that, because I have to go on living, and if I let myself dwell on all the damage done to me, I wouldn't be able to go on living.

I am awake, and I woke at 4.30. It is 5.20 now.
Yesterday I worked very hard with the flat clearance job, and then in the evening I just watched tv and went to bed early.

The dreams were so sad, so sad, but in waking life I don't even waste thoughts on my old friends and community that Fisher ripped from me to cover up for the diocese's failures. Why should I waste time on shallow sheep brained Anglicans?

The seagulls are creaking outside my window, they need oiling, and there are ships sheltering in the bay with their nice bright lights.

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