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, 16 March 2018


Good evening peeps,

I feel like I have creepy crawlies walking over me, because I had an allergic reaction.

Last night I slept without nightmares, well kind of. I had night terrors and woke with my heart racing and feeling terrified for no reason, no dream.
I woke again at 2.30am, went to the loo, expected to lie awake and suffer, but slept peacefully, had trouble waking and getting up in the morning.

The depression has still been hitting hard, and I couldn't get hold of a new prospective customer to view and discuss gardening, so I worked on writing and sorting out some things to take to the lockup.

Yesterday's articles have all been accepted and rated as excellent, except one which is still waiting.
I had to swap round on articles today and I have one about sports that I can take a few days on if I need to.

Then this afternoon I went over to my friends to celebrate national hot chocolate day a few days early before they go away.

We had a nice afternoon and evening, hot chocolate and cake. And lots of chatting.
Then eventually it was time for me to come home.

Unfortunately my landlady's daughter and her friends had moved themselves in for the weekend to use the flat as a base for their partying and they had sprayed copious amounts of perfume or body spray everywhere, it was really thick and I came out in an all-over rash and started having trouble breathing, you may remember I used to have a lot of allergic reactions like this when I was on the streets and couldn't escape from people's perfume, aftershave and cigarette smoke? Yeah, this was really bad, so I asked the farm if the cottage was free and if so, if I could stay the weekend, they said yes, come on over, so I did. I am sitting here with 'I, Robot' on TV, as if I hadn't seen it enough times, but I like Will Smith.
I am still all over itching but my head and breathing have cleared a bit. My face is swollen. I don't actually have antihistamines with me, but I hope it will go down naturally.

This is an unexpected Birthday treat, being here.
We are forecast some snow tomorrow, which isn't ideal but we shall see. I am viewing this new garden in the afternoon if I can.

The Church of England are saying that they intend to go on being a nuisance. Well so do I, you crooks, so do I, and I feel that I will be a nuisance to you long after I am dead and you are retired, keep that in mind.

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