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 9th April 2026. Today has been productive work-wise regarding some of my endeavours. I have once again been thinking about the BCC corruption scandal and the supported housing scandal, as I do every day, really, truthfully. Given the high stakes and the loved one I fight these battles in memory of.  A moment ago I found myself once again full of tears and quite lost. I dwelt on what may next need to be sacrificed to expose Birmingham City Council and its protection of wicked landlords. The cost is high yet I have paid far higher-why am I so obssessed with clinging to my sense of identity? I am the one always going on about needing to keep growing, to keep changing,  The decisions that have had to be made. The decisions within decisions within decisions. The incredible strength and resilience. Yet so much more is required. Do I have what it takes? I can not give up: that would be a sure way to forsake the suicidal and suffering, even if fighting back grants us but a small...

 The Misadventures of Peter Snugglemuffin Who is Peter Snugglemuffin? Let us start first with the origins of Peter's surname. Many years ago, perhaps around fifteen or perhaps something less, I suddenly had before my mind the conjoined word "Snugglemuffin." It flew into mind as a cutesy and simply irresistible term that may have been greatly influenced by rabbits, particularly as we had had a total of two rabbits, across different decades. At one point I did nervously Google the term, hoping it would be a neologism but turned up one online reference across a woman's blog. So credit must also go to her for independently coming up with the same word, as well as anyone else whom has had it fly into mind. At a 2024 Christmas party, I introduced my extremely dear friend's daughter to both Peter Snugglemuffin and Stretchy Susan, as we went round the house naming objects with playful names. I will never forget her adorable face as I suggested "Peter Snugglemuffin...

 Smarty, my current 5G broadband provider, have just provided me with a referral code, should you be interested: https://i.smarty.co.uk/xg4TtUx Apparently, if you use my code both you and I can earn £40 in rewards. They seem a little vague regarding details of those rewards. Please always conduct due diligence and shop around. I have used Smarty a few months and on the whole service has been fair. But what works for one will not necessarily work for another. Take care!

Spoof budget: From the Deputy junior for budgeted deputised forecasts. "The price of Jaffa Cakes shall continue to rise by 15% due to Vladimir Putin's war. Conversely, whatever that means, the price of a Snickers bar shall reduce by 15% because nobody really likes Snickers. The base salary for all MPs shall drop to £30,000 and MPs willl no longer be able to claim for their total broadband and other bills, instead claiming only for an estimated percentage actually used for work purposes. A debate centre shall be set up as an adjoined building to the House of Commons. Here members of the public shall debate and speak with the Prime Minister. Every adult moving into a new house shall receive a free bar of chocolate. The leader of the opposition, Kemi take-a-lot, asked me to confirm whether this would be per adult or per grouping. I confirm to the House that it is per adult. So say we have two adults moving together; each will receive a bar of chocolate. This deal is made possible...

A poem for the wonderful V. Birchwood ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8D2VHnh78k )   I wrote this yesterday, 12th November 2025. How staggered my heart How far my fear When bowed before your grace Upon your heated smile By the birchwood you lie This is the truth you bear A name carries no toll Yet I know you by name Through this your joy Crafted hands be no still You carry words with foreign air To delight my island ear A face etched by warmth Warming the day’s craft Crafting the day’s adventure Adventuring, adventuring, adventuring I wrote this yesterday, 12th November 2025. I wrote most of it in one, quick flow. Before taking a break to see to other work and then finishing off with a final, quick flow around evening/night time. Here is what it means: How staggered my heart: How impressed am I How far my fear: How comforted am I When bowed before your grace: Gently giving way to your way Upon your heated smile: a smile of warmth ...

 Megan Ruby Walsh (Spoof) Megan, the jubliant and amazing Pokemon Trainer of the Galar region, has just been offered an honorary degree in Pokemon ethics for her tireless work fostering relationships and feeding her pet Barry, a goose, with Jaffa Cakes. Megan has long campaigned for equality among Pokemon representatives and is glad to have been afforded an opportunity to back these bipartisan measures. Megan began her research studying at Professor Elm's School For Adventurists and earned her degree in record time without a single compromise on quality. She says: "If the investigative journalism career had not worked out well... I could see myself having become a musician of some sort. I always carried a tune well." Megan, engaged to Gary Oak, has found great comfort during lockdown through the support her pet Pokemon have provided. Lord Barry of Birmingham, future husband of Avril Lavigne, has commended Megan repeatedly for her stoic spirit and sense of fellowship. We a...

I have been reminded yet again of the story of King Solomon, a story which reflects well my conviction toward what I term "cause versus expression." Out of the blue, last week, I received what can only be described as revolting, senseless and heartless messages from a woman whom once claimed to be willing to help me expose the supported housing scandal. Previous to this torrent of abuse the last contact we had had was through Whatsapp, where I tried to request an update regarding her plans, that she had expressed interest in joining up with my own but alas I received no reply to any requests. Wanting not to risk her feeling harassed I had to resume the battle alone. Last week she returned, apparently having arrived in Birmingham and blamed me for the Birmingham supported housing scandal. I blame myself already and beat myself up for my terrible failure to hold Birmingham City Council and its allies to account so it was a case of kicking someone already down. Sure. That was no...

  Perhaps me having official diagnoses of both autism and ADHD may finally help my mother come to terms with also being both autistic and ADHD. I have known for way past a decade that my mother is autistic and as I began to put the ADHD pieces together I quickly realised that my mother is most definitely ADHD as well, some years ago, maybe around ten. I have long suspected that my mother has herself for some while known that she is autistic but due to profound reasons relating to her lack of personal development thhrough life has been unable to see it as a positive but rather a negative, carrying feelings of shame and fear.  Perhaps there will now be a smoother path ahead for her?