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:

Saturday, 21 January 2017

Saturday morning

Good morning peeps,

Well I had a restless night with lots of dreams.

I dreamed about disasters and earthquakes.

It's funny because I woke up at one point absolutely sure that there was an earthquake tremor here, but nothing has been recorded, so it was a dream.

In my dreams there were people in emergency shelters and there were big waves on the sea.
It was all so vivid and real.

I dreamed that people in Jersey were arguing over the earthquake, Sarah Fergusson and Montford Tadier, I hope I have spelled that right, they were arguing.

Then the last dream I had was of my cousin leaving the earthquake area to get to Leicester to sort out my grandmother's estate.
The problem with that is it is 20 years since my grandmother died.

I woke up feeling strangely relaxed despite the dreams.

It is a cold day again with a hard frost.

I don't know what to do, I should study and write but it is hard to focus.

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