Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Saturday 2 December 2017

Saturday

Very Tired.

This one is for Bob Hill, as ever  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nX-Ls7ZsxE

Yesterday I did farm duties in the freezing cold, the owners' son was there with his mates, using mummy and daddy's mansion as a party house for the weekend, fair play to him, he did offer me hot drinks.

After the farm, I went and helped at church all evening and got very tired.

I came home and had another restless and stressed night. The dreams woke me up deeply sad in the early hours, the problem was, the dream was too vivid and too detailed, too true, and it is a recurring one. I can't tell you about it as it appears to be a premonition.

Anyway, so I started off depressed, I went and did the farm, someone had hit a lamp post on the way.
I came home and did the washing and pottered on with things, and did salad for lunch before heading for church to be good and do my share of the work.

Haha, I do the impossible sometimes, I never see myself as good with children, nor good with craft, but teaching children to make decorations was the special dubious honour that a certain person had awarded to me, and it was exhausting, but very successful.

I liked the marzipan cakes we had.

After an exhausting afternoon, I went to the farm to close up.

I came home so tired that I can't do much.
This week has put so much strain on my neck, I have the machine on it and I am watching the film of Are you being Served?
The teeth bit still makes me laugh so much.

Funny co-incidence to see Guernsey poking their noses onto the blog, bog off donkeys!



No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.