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:

Thursday, 15 December 2016


Good evening peeps,

I am just researching Baroque period composers.

I had a strange dream last night. I was dreaming about Leicester, very vivid and clear, Leicester, buildings, garages, shops and churches, incredibly technicolour, Vaguely in the dream was something about Keith Vaz, and then something about Anstey Heights - The weird thing is, I didn't know there was a place called Anstey Heights, and it wasn't built when I was in Leicester, but I have just looked it up, it is a real place, between Beaumont Leys and Anstey.

Anyway, I have had a busy day.
I was just scrambling sleepily out of bed, feeling rather unwell. when someone out the front moved their car, so I put clothes over my pyjamas and moved Max round the front.

Then I washed and dressed.
Then I cleaned Max and did his oil and water. He was filthy with sand and grime, all cars are at this time of year.
Then I loaded stuff from the flat into Max.

Then off I headed, collected the laundry, unloaded stuff at the lockup and then went to a meeting.
It was a helpful meeting.

I then went to work, my afternoon social and exchange of christmas stuff was cancelled due to illness, so I booked a haircut on the way to work and went to work to put another garden to bed for the winter.
Work went quickly and I was soon back here, studying and also sorting and preparing the flat for the move.
I am so tired.

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