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, 29 April 2018


Good evening peeps,

This morning I woke from a dream where the church had forced me into court again to have me condemned, imprisoned and flung out homeless, but in the dream, instead of what has happened in the past, the judge listened to me and took my side against the church, I woke feeling better, I like compensation dreams, they are better than the usual nightmares, my dreams have been vivid recently, although I am not taking 5HTP, and with the new pillow, I am sleeping reasonably well. Yesterday morning the dream I woke for was about my friends on the cliffs, we were having a lovely time and we were so happy.

I have a few viewers onboard looking for an update, and probably wondering what has happened to Max. Don't worry.

Yesterday I had a quiet day, at home, doing chores, reading, watching movies, and in the evening I went to do an evening shift.
Max was rattling a bit, and of course I worry, but I told myself it was just his age and my mechanic nags me about worrying, until nearly 8pm.
Which is when his exhaust midsection blew, and started dragging on the road!

Thankfully I was on a small quiet street, having done one delivery and on the way to another.
It was still fairly light, so I pulled over and looked, and I got my twine and clippers and tied the exhaust to stop it dragging, I had to lie alongside the road to do this, and it was a small street so I hoped for no traffic, when I heard a car coming up at speed (in the 30 zone) I faced it and put up my hand. and oh, it happened to be a big police cruiser. I nearly had a heart attack, but it was on its way to a nearby incident, so I didn't get a clip round the ear.
Normally I would be wearing a hi viz jacket, but it was actually in the wash at home, I have to wash everything, even the viz vests, because I get allergic asthma. A bout of which is troubling me as I write.

Anyway, with the exhaust tied, I limped the other delivery and went to cash up and then came home.

The car's best friend will fix Max in the morning if the suppliers have the parts we need.

Today was planned for writing anyway, and I have been writing, doing a lot of admin chores, finishing my Stephen King book, catching up with all the Hollyoaks I have missed, and more chores, so I didn't need to go out. All my washing is dry, but tomorrow looks like heavy rain, so it doesn't matter if Max is in for repair as I can't do any gardening anyway. Hope to be on duty for the evening shift though.
So I will write some more tomorrow, more articles, blogs, and  more book planning.

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