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:

Wednesday, 24 January 2018


Good evening peeps,

Another night of nightmares and another tired day. Rain, wind and misery.

I have been sorting through the remainder of my boxes and disposing, keeping, and doing a load to return to the lockup.

Nothing exciting to tell you.

Last night had a dead hour in the middle of the shift. I was reading 'Winter Solstice' which is one of my favourites. I never felt emotional reading it before, but I am too emotional at the moment and I felt like crying.
I had just got to the bit where Elfrida returns home and finds out that Gloria and Francesca are dead, and then the deliveries started to pick up.
I am now as far as the move to Scotland, reading in bites as I sort my things out and watching are you being served at the same time.

Tomorrow is results day, another long day out in London.

Dishwasher, heavy machine, hoover and return trip to the lockup before work, my shift doesn't start till 6 this evening.

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