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.
Tuesday, 16 October 2012
Good morning peeps,
I decided to switch my writing brain off yesterday evening after another 4 or 5 pages. All the remembering leaves me in a bit of turmoil.
So I nattered to a friend on the phone, nattered to another friend by email and ambled about on the internet.
Soup kitchen was busy but two of my nice non-chauvenistic pals made sure I got plenty of food and hot drinks. I am really impressed by some of the new lot now, suddenly the good uns have arrived and soup kitchen isn't such hell any more.
Ha, I may be eating on the Strand tonight and believe me hell doesn't get worse than that!
I went to the nearby toilet which has no light to put my thermals on as I was tired, wandered to my porch and tucked down. Slept, woke at 1.40 am, it was raining but I was dry so I wandered back to sleep and snoozed my head off until 5am when I snoozed it back on.
I woke to a fantastic storm, the rain was pouring and the wind was roaring in the trees, I was warm and snug in my porch and I enjoyed watching the amazing storm as I lay there.
6.45 I got up and wandered over to throw my cardboard away and headed into town with my backpack and bedding as I am taking everything with me today.
McD's was quiet when I got here, all the homeless must have battened down the hatches and be hiding.
wow, awesome weather. Thank you God that I was safe and dry.
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