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:

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Sunday evening

Good evening,

Well the blogs are statting up again and I haven't completed the daily diary.

It has been a generally pleasant day, although I am genuinely worried about ending up homeless at the moment.

Anyway, this morning I blundered cheerfully into my adoptive church, a lot of my peeps were away but we had a lovely service. I am pretty sure it was co-incidence that my favourite hymn was played at the end, but it was great, people knew that is my favourite and also that today is one of my Birthdays, but I think it was co-incidence, but it was generally a lovely service and time. We had a speaker who looked and sounded so like Bob Hill that it was like as if Bob could speak again, I know Bob used to do readings in his church.

After church I had chicken for lunch and was reading and watching DVDs and also chatting to my adoptive mum, she couldn't come over this weekend so she is coming next weekend, for half a day because my work is so busy that I will be working Saturday, it is the spring rush for gardens now and with one of our gardeners injured I need all the time I can find. I also accidentally picked up a massive gardening job today, a country estate/farm, an immense amount of work and they want me one day a week for the moment, dear God! Am I stupid or something? I know I want to work but am I doing the right thing?

But anyway, as I was first bid, I went to look at the work this afternoon and it was near my favourite cliffs, so for some time I sat on the cliffs in my car, drinking tea and looking at the massive waves, the wind was so strong that it was hard to hold the camera still when I stood on the cliff top to get pictures. The wind and waves were too strong for surfers as none were out, not even daredevils like the idiots who used to surf directly towards the cliffs at Grev d'Lecq in this kind of weather.

Anyway, so here I am home, very tired, I am always so tired, and with a hard week's work ahead and a pressing need to move home.

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