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:

Monday, 24 October 2016


Good evening peeps,

Monday is chain gang day, as you know.
I woke up feeling ill, which is not ideal for a day of hard physical work.

It was dark when I set off for work, almost as if it was October or something.

There were just two of us working on the estate on this cold grey day, but we were just fine. Normally I don't have any tea or coffee all day on the estate, but today I got a tea before work, and when we stopped for an early lunch, my team mate was going to get coffee, so I gave him the money to get me one too.
This meant I had to go to the loo three times during the day. Well actually a whole bottle of fruit squash and a can of cream soda probably contributed to that as well.

Anyway, because although there was a threat of rain, we managed to get the mowing, strimming and blowing done without any rain falling.
By afternoon, when we were weeding, the rain came in, and in the end we called an early finish, which was no bad thing.

It was nice to come home to chicken and wedges and salad and lots of coffee.
I am aching but I don't care. Some books sold while I was out, especially 'Wanderer' books, which inspires me to crack on with the fourth book in the series.
But from now until the 5th, my priority is music.

So anyway, Jade's death in Hollyoaks? As you know, Jade and Alfie have been my favourites since Trevor died. Yes I did cry when Jade died. Well, maybe I was reminded of my friend's death earlier this year.  Jade was always a sweet and good-natured girl and sometimes I think Hollyoaks shoot themselves in the foot.

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