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, 19 August 2017


Good evening peeps,

Well last night wasn't too turbulent, I did wake at some point, I did have some dreams and distress but it faded into oblivion. I got up this morning to find I had opened a window in the night - I usually wake up too hot when I am distressed - but the air coming into the flat was cool, crisp and scented, autumnal, lovely.

Well today was a funny day, because I decided not to top up my work at the care home but to leave them until Tuesday (yeah, right, no, I promise I will). So no work, no work could mean just being here and being distressed, well in a way that is what happens at weekends and in the evenings and nights, so yeah, some distress, but I was focussing on major cleaning and sorting out, the new mop and hoover have inspired it, as well as my whiteboard task list reminding me of everything that needs doing.
So I did a major clear-out and took things down to the lockup.

Then I have been watching DVDs and cleaning and clearing the flat, cleaning the car inside and out, sorting tools and equipment and possessions, and it is all beginning to shape up a bit now.

Nothing worth watching on TV today.

I have what appears to be an automated stalkerstat viewing the blog every few hours, unless it is the police. I would like it to stop as it is annoying and is messing up my stats.
I am not suicidal you stupid police, go and beat my abusers up.

I am just cooking some steak, and tomorrow will be church, and some writing. I have written a few lines of Castle on the Hill today, I don't feel like writing, but with a quiet weekend and a distressed mind, I need to write.

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