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:

Friday, 20 January 2017


Good evening peeps,

Well today wasn't too bad. I did oversleep, no idea why, I keep getting trapped in an endless dream about Jersey, which can't be why I overslept.

But anyway, I managed to wash, dress, scuttle out and defrost Max and get to work.

I wasn't looking forward to work, the weather is freezing cold, especially on the seafront, where we did four hours work to start the day. I thought it was going to be a long cold hard day.

Well we started off freezing cold, but time seemed to go reasonably well, we had a break just to shelter from the cold for a while halfway through the morning before continuing. My workmate was cutting hedges and I was lifting and moving shrubs.

We had half an hour to go when I heard laughter and shouts, which could only mean that the boss had turned up, and he had.

We spent some time discussing work, and then it was time to pack up and go to the next site.

The boss was working with us now as we had a big job of hundreds of trees to plant, which had felt daunting to us, but actually we did well. A cohesive and smartly-paced job.

Then the last job of the day was a regular one, just a quick routine tidy up, and that was it, home and out of the bitter cold.

The horrible Jersey premonition is still on, it is angry, which is odd, the fat well-fed men in Jersey who destroyed me aren't angry, they are smug at destroying me and using their press to do so.

Yesterday after my assignment I went down to the bay and sat in a cafe and watched the waves so clean and crisp, rolling over onto the sand in the sunshine.

I am watching Hollyoaks and considering some norty fish and chips.

1 comment:

  1. Hi, I have just finished the Churchwarden Book 1. You are right, it was a very difficult read. It seemed like a nightmare to write - are you feeling any better for having done it?


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