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, 22 April 2018


Good morning peeps,

It is Sunday, and as you know, I am back on sabbatical. Sabbatical is where I stop attending church for a while so that the trauma doesn't overwhelm me. At least half of the year is sabbatical.

The sun is shining like mad, a real contrast to yesterday.

Yesterday was gloomy and misty but breezy, so I washed the bed linens and put them out to dry.
In the afternoon I checked them and they were nearly dry, so I decided that I would leave them for another hour and get them in before my delivery shift.

It started pouring with rain!

I grabbed the washing and hung it up in my room.

I went to the supermarket on the way to my delivery shift, and got groceries, seeing as I had a £15 voucher.

The delivery shift was busy, and the thunderstorms moved in. It was quite exciting, driving through the torrential rain in the dark, with the thunder and lightning all around. I had a good shift and came home, but the storms continued well into the night, and I was too excited to go to bed, so I had the blind open and sat in the dark, watching the lightning and drinking my cocoa.

The lightning was strange because above us it was constant sheet lightning but over the hills and sea it was fiery forks of lightning. A lot of them were orange, not white. There were local lightning strikes, and one was quite serious.

I got a good video of the storm but that won't post on here so I will post one of my not brilliant pictures.

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