Good evening peeps.
Well I overheated in the night and woke in pain. And it was pouring with rain. There were 75 articles on the team board for me to take my pick from, so I stayed in my pyjamas and got on with writing.
At about 9.15 someone turned up with the blue bike. I put jeans and jumper over my pyjamas and put plimsolls on and went out into the rain and paid him and took the blue bike. The blue bike was in good shape, ready to ride, but in the rain I put a carrier bag over her saddler and left her round the side, my landlord is away so I don't know where she is to live yet, we have various sheds and garages here.
I showered and dressed and got on with writing. Then my friend emailed to say she was icing a chocolate cake and had thought that I would love to come and eat some of it!
Well I replied to ask when, but she had wandered off and forgotten emails, as she does, and I had a meeting at 1, so I continued to write, went to the meeting but couldn't find the place, even with the satnav! I came home feeling deflated and went back to writing.
My friend emailed 'come on over' and as the rain had stopped, I said I would bike over, my first bike ride. They live about three quarters of a mile away as the crow flies, but the crow does not fly in zigzags round the lanes, so I set off, I was very wobbly and scared down the hill, and I went down through the fords, but I took the wrong turn, realised, went back, took the right turn but was worried, so I diverted onto the main road and back onto the lanes, and there I was. I got very short of breath, I forgot I was asthmatic courtesy of the CofE, and didn't have an inhaler with me. Anyway, I got there, and we had coffee and cake and talked a lot.
Then she was going to go into town and she said to me 'Do you want to bike into town?' I said an absolute yes, what a fun idea.
We biked into town, I was getting used to the bike again now and could do hand signals and glide along. At one point I stupidly decided we should race, and although we were giggling like mad, I knew I was overdoing it and got very short of breath.
We went to some shops and an art gallery, the gallery had loads of handmade soft toys that I wanted to buy, all of them, sounds like me?
And then we parted company as time was getting on and she had an evening class to teach. I biked home via a cool lemonade halfway up the hill, I am so unused to biking and the day had turned warm and sunny so I was very thirsty and tired.
I got home and there were still loads of articles, so I got on with them and put a load of washing on and then out on the line and had a shower.
Now still writing and watching DVDS at the same time, funny how I have Amazon and Netflix, All 4, BBC iPlayer and more and I still like the same DVDs over and over, it's an autistic thing.
Tomorrow I go back down to the earth with a bump, heavy garden work all day and then a driving shift in the evening.
A survivor of Church abuse and cover ups goes on battling for her voice to be heard. A daily account of life after the Diocese of Winchester destroyed her and the slow and painful steps to rebuilding a life.
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.
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
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