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, 7 February 2018


Good morning peeps,

The sun is shining loudly. And it is bitter cold and windy. Last night it was snowing but not heavily. I had left the rugs and mats out the back where I was sweeping and beating them but they didn't come to too much harm.

Last night I snuggled up on the sofa in my duvet, the fire roaring and the usual rubbish on television.

I slept reasonably well, woke from nightmares once, started going into flashbacks, overrode them and slept again.
Left the alarm clock downstairs but woke nice and early and did the animals. No eggs from the hens but one from the ducks.

I am now cleaning the cottage and packing in preparation to come home. I think the farm people are back but I am not sure.
I have to stay until I know, and until I know if I am doing the animals this evening, which is fine.
Plenty of cleaning to do, this is a big old cottage.
I have a nice fire going, and the lounge smells of wood polish and wood smoke.

I still only have the one garden and one dog walk to do this week, but I have put my new season gardening adverts up ready. The mild weather has meant that weeds are growing, things are budding, and grass is beginning to grow.

Still very short of money and very worried. Being messed about and let down with my winter work at the end of January was catastrophic.

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