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:

Sunday, 13 November 2016


Hi peeps,

Well I didn't sleep much last night, just 00:30 to 04.00, which is very little sleep for a nortyperson who runs on 8 hours sleep.
And I haven't felt the need to sleep during the day, indeed no, I have been like a demented grasshopper.

When I woke at 4am there was no hope of sleep, and it is a good thing it is Sunday and no work. I finished editing up the 4th Wanderer book and sent it to publish.
I also had a long conversation about homelessness and my books with someone who cares about the homeless. She was very positive about my books, what she has read so far anyway.

I have been deep cleaning the flat all day, getting rid of tons of stuff and preparing to move home.

I have also enjoyed lots of films and TV and the Hollyoaks Omnibus.
And I cleaned Max, I need to do his tyre pressures this week and book him in to see his best friend for repairs.

I am watching Self/less on DVD and I hope to watch Humans later if I am not too tired.

My work bag is ready for the usual day on the gardening team tomorrow, and I just have a few more things in the flat to sort out to finish the major cleaning and sorting out. I should also write to one of my penpals, I have been a bit delayed in replying to her.

The sunrises, sunsets and seascapes and cold air have been lovely. I wish I could feel the joy for these things that I used to, but the Church of England have stunned my joy for life into a coma.

So that is my weekend anyway, nice and boring :)

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