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:

Sunday, 25 March 2018


OK, so I am causing some concern for the regulars who don't know me well enough to email me. My friends just chat to me by email while I don't update, but certain others are landing on the blog and demanding their updats and hurrying over to the other blog to see why.

Well I coughed blood for several days, but I am OK-ish. Suffering trauma as a result of the church of course.
 I worked part of Friday, reviewed a potential new garden which has an acre and a private pontoon, I hope they go for the other applicant.

We won the boat race.

I have been sorting out my possessions and writing and doing articles and reviews, sometimes becoming a freelancer is very slow progress.

And of course I have been looking after the naughty old farm animals.

Hopefully I have written enough to keep my West County friends happy.

Oh yes, I did the clocks changes very well indeed, but this morning was such a rush with the farm after a troubled night, that I had to skip church. I skip church at least half the year, but I was hoping to go.

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