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, 6 February 2018


Good afternoon peeps,

I had a rough night so I am not having a great day.

I was too distressed by the church's actions to sleep.
I usually say my prayers at bed time because I am autistic and I can't change my routine, but when I do say my prayers I get distressed wondering why God allowed the church to destroy me so utterly that things are left with me a destroyed and damned fugitive.

This is one of the reasons I don't sleep well, the distress and confusion and flashbacks.

So I was up half the night and felt ill this morning.

I did the animals though, one of the ducks is laying eggs. But the hens didn't bother.

I have had a quiet day here, too depressed and short of money to go anywhere. I only have one garden and one dog walk to earn money this week, things are still dire and no new assignments for content writing have come up.

Tomorrow I am supposed to finish at the farm and head home, but as yet I don't know what time.

I will miss the comfy sofa and the fire and things, and this table, which is good for working on.

I pray with all my heart for the impossible, for my suffering to end and the people who have destroyed me to make a redaction of their public attack before stepping down, but that is a lot of Bishops, dignitaries and safeguarding people to step down, and they need to put right the damage that the complicit police and other authorities and NHS have inflicted as well.
I hear that God can perform miracles, but if he let these people destroy me and leave me defamed and attacked by strangers for life, can He put it right and How can He put it right?

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