Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Sunday, 8 May 2016

Winchester 1, Florence's last long journey

We pretended to be tourists:

Look at the ruins of Wolvsely:



Oops, I meant the other ruins of Wolvsley!



We asked the Bishop if he wanted a coffee and a chat about his mental health, but he was a bit busy dealing with a plumbing crisis, a leak. (or as one church put it, 'we have a leek in the pipes so there is no mass today').



This is the Cathedral that Jack built, literally if you know your history. This is a the symbol of my home and heritage and love that the evil of the Diocese of Winchester can never ever take away. My relationship with my home town is still scarred and bleeding from the evil inflicted by Fisher and the Scott-Joynts, but it is still mine forever.


I parked Florence near Wolvsley and told her to fart a lot











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