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, 17 February 2017


Good morning peeps,

I am sitting at my favourite cafe on the cliffs with a pot of tea. The sea is grey and unremarkable, with a haze of pollution over it. But the fishing boats are out, so it can't be that bad.

I slept well with codiene and 5HTP to help. I woke well and put the bed linens in the wash, washed up and put the rubbish out.

At the moment, as a result of my trip on Tuesday, I have terrible flashbacks to the way Jane Fisher slandered me and used my abusers against me to make me out to be a troublemaker, how terrible.

I am not really in pain any more, just exhausted, defeated, waiting for the end.

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