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, 19 May 2017


Good evening peeps.

Well today I went and worked hard at the care home.
After lunch I went to do my new garden, which was nice. There is a lot to do there but it is a nice garden.
The elderly lady likes her gardeners to stop for tea and biscuits after work, so it is a good thing that hers was the last garden on a Friday, tea and biscuits take half an hour and I have to pretend to like shortbread or shortcake or whatever that stuff is. She's a nice lady though.

Time was getting on as I made my way home. The chip shop on the way was too busy and I came home without any supper.

When I got home I climbed out of my work clothes (once indoors), which were stiff with the week's work and sweat, no, not really. But I put my clothes in the wash and put the wash on.

Then I showered, and then sprayed the wetroom with bleach and left it to soak.

Then I watched my Hollyoaks, First Look Hollyopaks ended way too shockingly.

Anyway. Then the washing was ready so I hung it out, and I soaked the wetroom off and dried it.

Then I went to the chippy on the seafront and got a steak and kidney pie and small chips. Have you ever heard of me eating a steak and kidney pie? It is rare but not unheard of.
The sunset and the lights on the seafront were pretty.

I came home and have been watching 'Are you being served' but now I am tired and it is bed time.

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