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, 9 February 2018


Good morning peeps,

Well yesterday I went to do the care home.
I stopped off at the welfare, just intending to get some bread, but the community gardens manager was there and she persuaded me to stop for a cuppa and a chat, and by the time that was done and I had got bread and headed for the care home, it was raining and I had started to feel ill again.
This is a strange illness, my back and arm hurt terribly, and I feel headachy and tired and achy and useless, it is like flu without the chest and cough symptoms, although saying that, I am still on meds to keep my chest clear.

Anyway, so I came home and went to bed with a hot water bottle and some DVDs, I ended up doing some work on the computer as well, and didn't sleep.

I made an appointment to see the new garden, and as I did, another garden contacted me, another new one. Here comes the gardening season!

I am still afraid of bed time and sleep, so stayed up too late. I slept but dreamed about the church and their horrible Bishops and Archbishop, I got up once and went back to sleep and woke a bit later than I would like.
I still don't feel great.

I have the dog to walk, if the weather allows. It is forecast rain, yet the sun is shining.
I will leave the care home for Monday, and see how I feel about a 12 mile walk with some other people on Tuesday. It is one of my favourite walks, but I am not in great shape.

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