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:

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Tuesday night

Good evening peeps,

I should be in bed. But I had a long sleep earlier when I was just sick of today and couldn't take any more.

I woke up this morning to do the papers, there was frost on the car but the sun was shining warmly.
Then it clouded over when I got home, and I ended up having the day off because I feel sh*tty, and I still am.
I did music, and went to the next town, but I was so fed up that I went to sleep for hours, and missed the snow.
It didn't settle.

This evening after Hollyoaks, in which James managed to pressure Harry into bed, I went to the Samaritans, not because of Hollyoaks but because I can't cope with what the Church of England and their associates have done to me and some days are worse than others.

The Samaritans was helpful, and then on the way home there was a thunderstorm with lightning flashing in the dark deserted wilderness between here and town. It had been rumbling and building up over the sea when I set out. But we have had most kinds of weather today, very strange, maybe God is in a similar mood to me.

The main headlines today have been the Junior Doctor's Strike and also the Hillsborough Disaster. I am so glad for the victims at this outcome. While I was homeless I met and became friendly with a person who had several family members caught up at Hillsborough, so although I am not in touch with her now, I can imagine she must be having an emotional time.

Today brought the news that I have passed my final assignment for this year's university. Onwards into the end of year assessments now.

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