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, 28 February 2018


Jersey still being a thorn in my side, not that the UK church isn't.

This morning it was snowing again early, and I wanted to get to the care home before it got too bad.
The petrol station, the big supermarket, and the garden centre, didn't have any grit left, but the ironmongers opened at 8.30 and they had grit.

I got grit and merrily gritted the paths and drives.

My friends were up at the community centre, and we got through several quarts of coffee, while talking about the weather, as you do.
Then I decided it would be safer to come home, all my gardening work for the rest of the week is cancelled.

I am not out playing in the snow because the winds are galeforce and I have been working on writing. I have a tricky bit of writing due in tomorrow.

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