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:

Tuesday, 23 January 2018


Good lunchtime peeps,

Well yesterday I did the care home while it wasn't raining. There was waterlogging and standing water, so I did my best to clear that, and then I weeded and swept and dug.

In the evening I did a driving shift, which went OK apart from one wrong address label but I told them off and they were careful after that, and they made me a meal when the shift got quiet.

I had a troubled night of nightmares and flashbacks and being awake, which led to me being tired and struggling to wake this morning.

This morning I have done housework and laundry, got my bed linens washed and dried. And I got the last boxes to sort from the lockup.

I am just watching Are you being Served, as it is raining and I can't do much else.

I am working tonight, every night except one at the moment, and that is the day when I get my spine results.

There was a silver car outside with a tag on it and a man in a high viz jacket, I wonder if that is the damn police again? The church's pet mafia.

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