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:

Saturday, 7 April 2018


Good morning peeps,

I am awake.

Yesterday I woke up from vivid nightmares but they were non-specific, so I went and did the care home, just weeding as the weeds start, and a bit of sweeping and tidying.
Then I went to view the new garden clearance, it is a grungy job with three out of control dogs, and it smelled of dogs, I would love to just leave it, but I can't do as I please on my income, and it is only a one-off, so I will book it for the week after next, due to all the forecast rain and the fact that I have a lot of jobs this coming week.

I got on with updating one of my new blogs when I got home.

I went and did my delivery driving. It went OK, although I finished much later than expected, and I don't like late finishes at all.
At least I earned some money.
I am going to take Max to the autocentre to see if someone can replace some of his bulbs. He has a dipped beam and a number plate light bulb out.

I slept soundly last night, tired, and woke about 45 minutes ago.

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