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

Saturday 23 December 2017

Saturday

Good afternoon peeps,

It's a grey and drizzly day.

I am watching 'A Christmas Prince' which is one of those that I call 'A romance with Christmas decorations', but it is OKish.

I was tired and I slept well, but when the alarms went off, I was too busy with an absorbing dream, so I dismissed the alarms and got up late.

I didn't have much to do today, just sorting my things at the lockup and at the barn if I had time, I only got as far as the lockup. I got a bit done. I tend to get overwhelmed, because I struggle with living indoors as a fugitive in temporary digs and having my posessions in storage after sleeping rough, I don't know how to handle it. So that is on hold until next week, when I will continue to get rid of possessions.

I came back into town, and there was police all round the stationary store, one police had a short sleeved shirt on and I wanted to ask if he was cold but I didn't dare.

There was a traction engine, and I stopped and drooled, because I am a boy really, I like traction engines and steam engines and classic cars, I am so in love with the Austin Ambassador near the care home. Anyway, an engineer saw me drooling and came to talk to me, and I expressed appreciation for his fine engine. I asked about the wheels, because I was genuinely interested, they use the band from a tank track on the wheels, remoulded to protect the traction engine wheels.

I drifted round the shops, the greengrocers is good, two trays of dates for 99p, so I got some. I was looking for a jumper but the chattery shops didn't have anything suitable.

I am having a sleepy patch, resting, until work at 6.

Who would like to write a Christmas story? Do a good one and I will publish it on here.

'Tis the season of heavy writing. I intend to write a lot and do a bit of walking by the sea as well as eating stuff and opening presents and going to church.
I am considering a piece of work called 'Fugitive' to write, as well as finishing the launching article of 'The Divide'.
There, you didn't know I was still writing, did you, because a) I don't announce it b) I don't publish it all on my usual website and c) you couldn't care less.




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