Good morning,
Well I am tired and the day has hardly begun.
I went for a walk earlier, it was still dark when I set off, and got light as I walked, it was all peaceful apart from noisy antisocial dog walkers with wet dogs that went everywhere, I do not like swift jumpy dogs, especially not in the early morning, in the early morning I do not like people or noise or dogs running and jumping, or anything else, I just want to be alone.
So I walked and walked, eventually returning home, washed my (only bra) and hung it to dry, and had a shower.
Dressed, did the housework, and now, at the start of a busy week, I have forms, paperwork, letters, and (help!) maybe phonecalls.
Well, I have nearly survived the no money time, and things may get better in the near future.
So I will be able to buy (more bras) and more jeans and more tops.
Shopping is not my favourite thing, especially as women's clothing tends to be hardly fit for purpose, badly designed with low cut necklines or clingy stuff or very short sleeves, don't they realise women are real people who could do with comfort, modesty and and dignity?
I tend to wear jeans, cotton teeshirts and cotton long sleeved tops, often I have to buy tops and teeshirts from the men's department, shapeless but comfortable and modest, and it is hard to find decent jeans as I am a funny shape.
Anyway, now that I am housed and working on health and fitness, I need to get sports clothes for jogging? and other possible attempts at fitness, I have a swimsuit and am so keen to start swimming when the money comes through.
Other things I could do with, when the money starts, is: new toaster, jug, iron, washing bowl, and I will also pay my library fine so I can get books! :)
Anway :) I am boring you.
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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