I just wandered off again, anything rather than write about the overwhelming horror of the church and what has happened to me.

I went to a place where someone said I should go, a community attached to a well known church, I was told that there was a nun there who might be able to help if I needed showers and things.

I went there and there were two old ladies folding newsletters and preparing them to be sent, they were unwilling to look at me let alone speak to me, so I decided that no one in a place like that was going to help me, I made a mention in the visitor book of what I thought, this place is supposed to be famous and a place that pilgrims come to, I renamed it as a moneyspinner for the church. How unchristian of me! But it is, it is a gift shop and cafe and tourist attraction, and the people who I spoke to who were on duty wanted to turn me out, there was no Christianity there when they heard that I was homeless and had been sent to find someone who worked there.

Sometimes I feel like saying that church is the last place where you will find Christianity, but that is not entirely true, so I wont say it.

I went back into town and wandered around, I went and bought some underwear, that money I was given last night has come in handy for underwear and jeans.

I went past one of the big issue sellers, he wanted to stop and chat, he asked where I was living and said something very cheeky but relevant when I told him I lived in the hedge, I wont repeat what he said as it can come across as offensive.

I feel as if I am coming accross as a bit stroppy and muddled, sorry.

I am determined to do some more writing about the past shortly, the library has some rather stroppy people in at the moment, I may see if I can move to the quiet room in a minute.