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, 16 November 2016


Good evening peeps,

I am going to die of a surfeit of sausage sandwiches :)
Well the sausages were reduced at the co-op, which means they have no fat in them.

Yesterday I had a very good music lesson, and my music tutor said I should do my practice at 2am in the morning on top volume with speakers glued to the ceiling to annoy the noisy sod upstairs. I must do as my tutor says, you know, otherwise how will my playing improve?

However, I had another bad night and struggled to wake up this morning, it was raining and I decided to cancel my work although the rain was due to clear, everything was so wet.
But that left me short of money, which increases my worries, I live hand to mouth.

The weather isn't looking good for the rest of the week and I only have a few jobs to do, I have the dentist tomorrow, then a few hours work if the rain doesn't stop that, then I have a meeting with the homeless outreach who I am hoping to volunteer with.
On the subject, I did fling a random newspaper together, it isn't perfect yet but it will be helpful to me in keeping me up to date on homeless issues.


Due to not working and just feeling pretty rubbish, I have stayed here and done writing.
Insomnia, depression, tiredness etc are relapse symptoms.
However it isn't too severe.
I will get my Omeprazole tomorrow, that will be a relief, the sore in my esophogus creeps up my throat and I can feel it.

Anyway, I have been writing. And 'Homecoming' is on 6,700 words, Gardener Girl is on 3,000, and The Wanderer's Diary Book 5 is on 11,000.

Any of you who didn't see that the Wanderer's Diary Book 4 has gone into print, here it is:

I was saddened to hear today that my old neighbour at the old flats has died, about three weeks ago. He was very poorly all the time I knew him though and I dreaded coming home and finding him dead when I was there. The ambulance used to be round to get him breathing quite frequently.

He's the one who used to call me beautiful and he used to tell me to rest and stop trying to do too much. He's the one I sat on the wall with and chatted to so often, he helped me to feel safe, and he's the one in 'Coming Home' who was trying to get the police to arrest him so he could meet the WPCs and get some handcuff action. that day when there was that accident outside the house the day before I had a music exam.
RIP John Boy, you enriched my life. I hope there's pretty angels up there for you to chase.


  1. Sorry to read about John's death.

  2. Thanks Emma, he was ill for a long time and it is amazing that he kept going as long as he did.
    He was a great guy but he did like the ladies!


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