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

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:

Sunday, 22 January 2017

Sunday Night

Good evening peeps,

I apologized to regular readers that the blog has wandered off tack, this is supposed to be a daily diary.

The blogs are statting hugely because Ashenden is shooting his mouth off again. I don't mind that, the more people who know what he is, the better.

Anyway. Today I have been busy with housework, paperwork, literary stuff, washing Max and doing his oil and water, cooking a nice roast dinner, lots of busy stuff. Yeah, I got a lot done.

It has remained bitterly cold all day, but tomorrow will start with fog, and Max is iced over, so I will have to be up early to defrost him.

Tomorrow I am working on the estate, nothing remarkable, the usual stuff, hopefully no accidental tree felling or old gents falling over this time.

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