Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Thursday 3 May 2018

Thursday

Good evening peeps,

Just briefly as I should be asleep, lots of work and heavy work should mean lots of sleep, my body and mind are rigid about needing sleep, and I struggled to wake up and get up this morning after larking about on the blue bike yesterday.

However, I did get up, and put the bed linens in the wash as the weather was due fine.
I scrambled myself together, did some tasks, and headed for work.
I was on heavy clearance work, a shrubbery that hasn't been touched for years, up on the cliffs.
During my sleep last night my brain decided to continue to do admin work, and woke me up at some silly time to advise me to change today's schedule, it was right though.

Today was supposed to be a full day of heavy work, two separate properties, and then a driving shift, old brain said 'swap the afternoon's work over to another day' and it was correct, that was the right thing to do. I am supposed to work all weekend on the big community event, and a heavy day's work and a driving shift, with heavy work and a lot to do tomorrow and a lot of prep for the weekend, all in all it would be too much.

This morning's work was hard and heavy but I made significant progress, while the fog swirled over the sea, and at some point a military jet leaped somewhere out to sea and roared over, the military are out there, it looks like prep for Liberation Day, and it probably is.

Anyway, so when I finished there I was really aching and struggling to walk, so I came home and got on with chores and writing work until it was time to go to my shift.

I worked a long shift at a steady pace, it was a funny old evening, and I had a book to read during the lulls.

Now home, I have the farm first thing, mowing and strimming - I am on farm duties half of next week and I have to learn about the new pigs, but tomorrow is just mowing and strimming, hard work though, and then I have errands and then another garden, tomorrow evening I have to get the house smart for my landlord's return, not that it is in any way messy, and I have to finish the preparations for the weekend.


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