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

Saturday, 31 December 2016

Saturday - New Year's Eve

Good morning peeps,

You can tell I must be a bit better as I am up at 7.30.

Yesterday the fog was so thick, I went out and played in it for a while. People looked like shadows and cars looked like monsters with lights.
But I could hardly walk.

I don't have much money but I will have to pay to go to a clinic and have my pelvis put back in place and my back tidied up. The NHS aren't helping me and I can't go on struggling.

Anyway, last night when I came home. I had a long bath, soaking my achy back while reading a spare textbook. I have duplicate textbooks, old ones for in the car when I am waiting for things and new ones for study at home, so I read an old one in the bath.

The bath did help. I slept better.

It is just getting light and outdoors looks way too interesting. I am strangely tempted to just take Max and drive somewhere but I can't remember where.
I will miss looking up at the Great Hill as I work, but I won't miss rushing to the window every time I hear a car engine since the police came after me.

I am undecided between going down the port, which would make me want a ferry of course, or driving the long road out of town.

I am going to be impulsive and drive, I think, but I should probably get dressed first, what do you reckon, peeps? I bet Max is all fogged up anyway.

I do have a lot of writing to do. Today is the deadline for a lot of short story competitions, and I am trying to work on a coursework piece as well.
I need to get a summary of the year onto the blogs soon as well.

My mate texted yesterday to say we are working the garden clearance on Wednesday and Thursday, but he didn't mention the usual Monday gardening rounds, so I don't know what is happening there.




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