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:

Wednesday, 30 November 2016


Good evening peeps,

Well I couldn't cope with my new orthapedic pillow last night so it went flying and I slept without it and slept fairly well although I was tired this morning.

I stumbled sleepily to work and no-one was around so I was mainly clearing leaves and weeding, there is still work to do.

Then I managed to park Max out the front here and give him a serious clean and sort out, which needed doing, Max is a mucky pup.

I didn't book any work in for this afternoon as I wanted to study, I am working tomorrow morning and then working at the homeless shelter in the afternoon.

So I am on study duty now, with the occiasional break to clean and clear the flat.

It is bitterly cold, another clear winter's day with a blue sky making the Great Hill look glorious, an orange sunrise, very cold air, and a beautiful sunset. I like days like this, but it reminds me of before I died in Jersey, it reminds me of frozen in time in Jersey.

I need to sort out Christmas cards and decorations and all that stuff.

Anyway, back to studying now.

This is my Christmas Tree...

I get carried away.