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A slightly crazy evening flower competition, and vaccines

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So I am a member of our local garden society here in Midsomer Norton and we meet in each other’s houses to gossip, share garden experiences and generally have a good time.

This time we met in the house of Jill, who has lived in the same house for 45 years. Everyone had to bring a selection of flowers which was judged by a professional writer and horticulturalist who by happy coincidence lived next door. He had a very happy disposition and the judging was what I can best describe as ‘slapstick’ making jokes at exhibitor’s expense and enjoying every minute of it. We entered into it and enjoyed the playful insults. The evening ended with a presentation of a bottle of bubbly to Annie the winner seen here with the judge.

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On more serious matters the sheer amount of evidence that vaccination does damage mounts by the day.  If you still think that it is a ‘good’ thing to be vaccinated then check out this list. In essence the vaccine kills or damages more people than it protects. The body has an immune system which just needs to be allowed to do its job.

 

Keeping in touch in writing with friends

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How many of us can find the time or the inclination to write about what we have done. It may well be of interest to those we know, so I regard this as part of being a friend – even though the communication has not been asked for.

Michael Tellinger, a South African author and archaeological researcher  started the Ubuntu contibutionist movement about 12 years ago. No, Ubuntu is not a software platform but the idea that a better quality of life can be obtained when people share resources and offer some of their time free of charge so that all can benefit.

I don’t expect you all to be interested in a topic that may not interest you but this diary is offered as a role model on the IDEA that in this day and age of sound bites, people might appreciate receiving an impression of an event, occasion or pastime in written form. Videos and E-mail make us lazy or should I say encourage laziness.

Greetings everybody

I attended Michael’s talk in Glastonbury last night Wednesday, 29 August. Here are my impressions.

The Town Hall was full with the best part of 150 people there, the sort of crowd you would expect from Glastonbury; the sense of community among the supporters was tangible.

I went to greet Michael beforehand and he was very civil and positive to me, he looks very good and full of beans. He emphasized that he wanted to step down from running and focus on what he really needs to be doing – tours and so forth.

I find his presenting style good and lively and I was able to listen to him i.e. he held my attention for the best part of three hours. At the break some people did not return. This may habe been due to the lateness of the hour and difficulties with transport and so on.

He does cover an awful lot of ground and like David Icke he said that most of what we are told it is a lie and gave some good examples. I am not sure how much he would appeal to the general public because most of the time he was preaching to the choir as we say.

He gave one piece of evidence to show that the moon was a holograph. That was maybe one step too far. I have learned that it was an artificial object brought into the orbit of the Earth for certain reasons but I know that when objects are crashed into it, a ringing sound goes on for 20 min. or so. I don’t know how you crash into a holograph and how it would ring.

The archaeological points he made were very interesting with giants roaming the earth, millions of statues and so on and there’s no question that he should be spending his time on this. He has the ability to dig out great quote for this ‘alternative view’ of the universe including the importance of sound frequency and the interplay with light and matter.

He showed us a One Small Town film at the end. (4:01)

The whole was a bit like giving us 50 taster dishes without the opportunity to digest the food, fair enough, that’s all he had time for but I think that fewer themes developed to a greater extent would have been more valuable.

We ended shortly after 10 o’clock. There was polite applause but then again Glastonbury people have heard it all, it is after all another planet ha ha.

I’m very glad I attended and we met Camilla who spoke to my partner Francoise preceding the talk.

We all have a role in this universe and it’s up to us to help each other to find out what that role is and stick to it and not to try to take on too much. I’m a fine one to say this because I do the same such is my enthusiasm but I think we all have to discipline ourselves and be realistic when all said and done.

There are not brownie points for running ourselves into the ground.

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A sad and lonely lady

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We did a job today consisting of trimming a very tall hedge. It is a variety that is very difficult to cut even with an electric hedge trimmer. The hedge was also on a slope which makes ladder placement a challenging task.

We greeted the lady – I would say she is about 75 – and she responded in a flat voice before returning indoors to her house.  We worked away for 2.5 hours and did not stop. Unusually, no offers of tea were forthcoming. I knocked on the door at the end and asked her to come round to view. We cannot remember such a lack of anything resembling emotion, never mind a ‘thank you’ or a ‘that looks nice’. We did a very good job, one of our best, but we were greeted with a blank look, and a hand with a cheque attached to it.

I noticed that during the job I could barely drag myself around. I felt heavy and really wanted to  be somewhere else. Normally the job feeds me with energy and at the end of even a long job I feel invigorated. Not so this time. Although the garden ‘looked’ good enough it was like working in a grave yard.

We thought afterwards that the customer was on anti depressant drugs. Funny how they make you more depressed and do not deliver the joy and freedom that some expect. How sad that so many people turn away from attempts to get them involved in society. Is it self pity?

Huge soap bubbles and cakes made of flowers

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At the Corsley Fayre – see below. Press ctrl and + several times for an enhanced view.

Teaching nudge: At the beginning and end of each lecture I ask students “What questions do you have?” rather than “Do you have any questions?” The former elicits significantly more questions than the latter. I love the way that little gems pop up  when you are not looking for them. This one I noticed in Twitter. How much better is the former because it is more encouraging, assuming that ‘of course you have questions. How could you not after such an interesting talk’.

At least the Brits make the best of rain – Chilcompton

Yesterday we went, briefly, to a rain soaked and mud spattered  so called Literary and music festival in Chilcompton. All praise to the organisers who arranged for most of the events to be under cover. Music in tents was going on all day (two stages) plus a small tent where literary matters were discussed and people were selling their locally themed books.

Today Bank Holiday Monday we went to a show at Corsley, just a few miles shy of Warminster in Wiltshire. Entry was £8 which I thought a bit steep but after an hour or so realised that I was getting value for money so I stopped my curmudgeonly moaning.

We had experience of the usual suspects:

antique car show
ferret racing
Horticultural society plants and art
Lawn Mower racing (at a national level)
Dog show
Horse trials
Miniature steam engine rides
Amusements for the children
tug of war
and of course – the beer and cider tent

But what are mere words when you can see the imagery in front of your very eyes <fanfare of trumpets>

The soap bubbles were just pure magical fun for children and adults. To enlarge any or all of these images, use Ctrl and +

A faux cake made out of flowers and greenery

and finally, a lawn mower race (all engines have to be from lawn mowers)We stayed for about three hours and then made a small diversion to the Longleat wood outlet to add to my pile of winter supplies for my compact but efficient Squirrel wood burner (Morso).  The advantage of buying ‘out of season’ is that the wood is dry. In any case, wood should be given at least a month to be at its best. It sits happily on the right of our wood burner in the living room.

NB I have a meter for testing moisture. Although wood may feel dry, it can in reality be very damp. I have just tested the wood ; the average piece has 50% extra moisture.

High Littleton and Hallatrow Fun Day

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We started a promising day with a particularly blatant display of chem-trails. Cynics please note. The particles remain for up to 20 minutes unlike water vapour trails which disappear almost instantaneously. I use flightradar24.com to see what aircraft are flying over and the planes that produced the chem trails did not show. It has been going on for years. Check this video made 11 years ago and still valid.
Maybe turn down the volume slightly and Check this out. 

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What more excitement could there be?   This is a very homely very local annual show consisting of a dog show, a brass band, a car boot sale, a beer tent, 2 or 3 food stalls, local organizations, school show, vegetable competition, face painting, tea and cake.  A perfectly good way of all the village people meeting up and having a good gossip.

We were intrigued by the amount of knitted objects both on and off site. In the main street there were knitting on street benches, and on site, knitted food.

After a couple of hours we left and spent the rest of the day lazily at home. Thank goodness I was not sitting in a traffic jam on some motorway or another. We tend not to travel during high days and holidays.  Home grown food and berries are abundant at this time of year. We have more potatoes and beans and greens than we can eat, so off to the freezer go the beans.

Driving to get winter firewood leads to an ideal day

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Autumn is in the air. A certain damp smell. I think we have had our summer. We are so glad we did not go abroad as the weather would have been too hot. 30 degrees was enough for us here (did it rise to 33 degrees at one point?).

Today is Friday – off to see a new gardening client (or is it customer)

The property was in Timsbury. The mother had passed last May and the family were experiencing the joys of probate. I always say that this necessary chore or to put it bluntly the division of spoils brings out the best and the worst in people. Anyone who has experienced this knows the importance of writing a will. Dying intestate is a form of sadism to your relatives not to mention your children / ex-spouse.

A lovely time of year for rich and fruiting hedgerows.

Anyway, the property contained a garden that was in a dreadful condition. You could not make any progress up the garden without carefully maneuvering long and healthy brambles aside.  Worse there was no access via the garden so all spoil had to be taken through the house. The executor of the will, the son of the deceased, lived in North Wales, a good 200 mile return trip if not more. So the task of keeping control of everything and removing the effects of the house is more wearing.  Hence the need to find someone reliable to make the garden photographable. I estimated it would take a week to do. It is very difficult to give a quote in such cases so I will give him a ball park figure with a few hundred quid this way or that.

11.30 and a fine time to go off to Longleat Forestry (where the animal park is). We bought 150kg of dry beech wood for £22.50. I have a volvo estate and had I filled the whole back with passenger seats folded I could spend about 35 pounds. Around this time of the year, people offered to deliver so-called mixed wood for about 65 pounds per Square meter. The trouble is that the wood is very definitely mixed and has half what I call decent wood, the rest can be after immature and rather damp branches. What I like about the place I just told you about is that you can pick your own. Anyone who lives with 15 or so miles of this place will find it an enjoyable and profitable round trip. BA12 7NW will do.

Off to Warminster – truly in Wiltshire. Francoise went to add to our stock of halogen light bulbs before they are replaced by the LED lights at the end of August 2018, this month. After the usual wandering around and debating whether or not to have coffee, We chanced on a sign which said ‘food bank’.

This was the old Town Hall. The Dutch lady who ran the volunteers was enthusiastic and showed us around the considerable amount of food and necessaries such as sanitary products, tooth paste, cleaning fluids. She says a lot of young homeless men come in as well as single mums. The Food Bank  distributes 25,000 kg of food per year to those in crisis.

‘By providing this food, our Food bank helps to prevent family breakdown, housing loss, crime and mental health problems. We also take the time to listen and signpost people to further support’.

We left feeling very good. Off to the market to buy some figs and to a traditional butcher where we bought some good quality steak burgers and some jerk chicken wings.

On the return we chanced to see a sign up a country lane ‘Fish and Chips’. We never found the establishment but after about 2 miles we found a lovely pub called The Prince of Wales.

To describe these people as ‘royalists’ was an understatement. All the wall area was covered with news cuttings of the Royal Family. We had a good fish and chips, some moules and drinks for a very reasonable price. What a lovely atmosphere.

Once again, following my nose and not over-planning gets us to the right places. Each and every time.

Back then towards home but stopping off at Somerset Lavender. The whole cafe area is full of lavender products including lavender itself in a bag, soap, lip balm, oils, sprays – you name it. We had a jolly chat with the young girl who ran the coffee shop and then finally becoming tired we returned to base.
This is what £22 worth of wood looks like.

breakfast in a community setting

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This is the time when Francoise and myself are out and about doing gardening jobs. On this occasion we decided to start our day with a  library and restaurant visit in Paulton called ‘The Hub’. It was recently rescued from oblivion by a referendum in Paulton for the Parish Council to take over + help of volunteers to keep the Hub open – and everyone in Paulton to have local tax up to pay for the running of the Hub. The majority accepted and hence the Hub has been saved. A good community example to save community facility.

I know that all these cuts or most of them could be avoided if people abandoned this ridiculous HS2 vanity railway system which will save 20 minutes travel time which you have to add on again because the rail link for example to Birmingham doesn’t come into the center of the city so you have to get there by other means.

We entered The Hub at about 10:30 AM to find every table occupied with groups of people socializing and having a good time. Most of them where ladies, and from the demography of the area I would say most of them had lost their husbands and are determined to make the best of their life by getting out and about. The lady behind the counter is very good at making large breakfasts, so-called 13 item breakfasts, to which I addressed myself enthusiastically with the added celebratory reason that I had just been paid for a job.

There is a lot of talk about a ‘No Deal Brexit’. But whatever happens in the overall scheme of things what about the state of our community. People who live in large conurbations do not realize that in the country  the value of the post office, the pub, the coffee shop, the general store as a focus for people who want to socialize. We pay a big price for loneliness. All sorts of opportunistic symptoms appear which require medical or social services intervention of some sort or another, sooner or later. Deep down, we are socially wired to gain strength from each other. I have always commented to my partner Francoise that our gardening work is half gardening and half social work. When we take a new job, particularly with a senior person, we expect to spend at least 20 min. hearing their life story, what happened when the husband departed this life, how they had a recent hip operation, and the significance of the garden to them.

The difference between people who have got a good spirit and those who have given up living, is very clear to see. The attitude is very telling of those who have got a faith in the life hereafter and those who believed that it would all end when our heart stops beating. What we do here, I believe, carries over to the next existence whether it is in a body or whether it is just a spirit, each one will seem equally real from where we are. Among my more exotic habits is the practice Of communicating or should I say resonating with those who had passed away from their physical bodies.

It is extraordinary how many people maintain their stubbornness, their lack of forgiveness, and in the situation of ‘death’ lessons are not easily learned. If anyone reading this thinks that you shed your problems just by dying then please reconsider. Nothing stops, nothing ceases to exist, things carry on but in another form. I believe the best way of living is as in the good old hymn “ live each day as if thy last”. My daily policy is that if you have received something, or even if you haven’t, give out anyway. Take an interest in other people. Do some small action for others if you can and if you want to. When in the street, look out for those who are in difficulty and help them on their way. When I’m out on my own, or so called on my own, I will talk to for anyone and everyone who shows the slightest potential for wanting to engage. With this state of mind, it is almost impossible to be lonely.

My Internet site on 5G, and smart meters, has had to extend itself to something called Li-Fi. At this end of the month of August, normal halogen light bulbs will not be produced any more. The idea from the EU diktat is that everyone will have to buy LED type bulbs on the supposed grounds of energy-saving. This has nothing to do with the fact that these new type of bulbs can be used as an Internet router to convey information by light. This is part of the assault on us as a human being to turn us from intelligent thinking beings to semi-robots that are part of a system where thinking is not required. If you want to know a little bit more, or a lot more, have a look at my site 5GExposed.com/li-fi/

Shepton Mallet Annual show

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On the way I saw a poster about what must be one of the most original names of a group ever.

We in Somerset know how to do our events. This was a one day event featuring (take a deep breath) judging of animals such as sheep and cows, horse trials, vintage car displays, old arts and crafts and entertainment for the children, loads of different types of food, flower competitions – you have got the idea I am sure.

It ran from 10 am to 6m Sunday 18th August. We turned up shortly after the start and stayed through till about 3.30 pm.  This will be mostly a picture diary and in no particular order. The weather treated us well this time . Last year we had rain, and everyone was slopping around in their boots.Lots of lovely healthy chilli plants, sauces to match.Three in one. The machine fine tills the ground, makes a furrow for the seeds, and finally sows the seeds through plastic tubes.Hello hello hello what do we have here then?The era when you could repair your own carcoal fired belt driven sawing machine

engine assisted bicycle.and the wall completed

Now, this is how to keep the kettle on the boil. Cut two grooves at right angles on to an old tree trunk section, get some sawdust or similar, brush it in the middle and light with a match. Over a period the inside will catch light and provide heat for endless cups of tea.  Wonderful. The whole show was worth it for this one exhibit.

Well my dear, this is the first knitted willie I have seen but there is a first time for everything. On the way home we stopped off at a nature reserve and enjoyed the quiet woods, devoid of any litter or come to that, other people. What a joy. We later found some blackberries which we took delight in taking home for supper.

Eye appointment, images

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Today I go for my 18th appointment for wet macular degeneration. In case you don’t know what that means click here.  I found out about is during a routine eye check when the optometrist mentioned that she could give me another test but not on the NHS. It would cost £30 and would examine the eye in further detail.  I had the test on the spot.  She disappeared for a more than a moment and on her return said that she had arranged an appointment at the RUH hospital in Bath the next day. Things were a blur and I remember thinking that I would lose my sight. My disease was in a fairly advanced stage so the reason for the monthly injections (to which I respond thank goodness) is to keep the degeneration in check. This it has done. Below is the sort of photo they take. The bumps are oedema. Far sight is unaffected, its the bit for reading that is impaired but glasses do not help beyond their normal remit.

I look forward to my visits for three reasons. First there is an excellent art exhibition in the corridors of the hospital. Second I enjoy the lunches in the restaurant (anyone can go) and thirdly the comfort of the checking and chatting with the other patients.

Anyone, now to images of another kind. I suffered from a bright day which means that there are reflections on nearly all the images but hopefully you will get some idea.  All these themes are about children and young people and their ability relate to their environment. Off we go…

and at the other end of the age spectrum

So called ‘randomness’

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Sometimes I question what randomness means. I took my son out for a walk on a ‘boys day’ with a view to taking a walk along my favorite canal which links Bristol, Bath and goes on to Swindon.

In my efforts to find a new starting point I got lost, so called, and we found ourselves driving amongst villages of three or 400 years old with street names like wool street’.  I did not know where I was going but we somehow ended up opposite a pub at a place called Freshford.  We just decided to walk and see where we landed up. Amazingly not only did we end up at the right place but through a very pleasant series of lanes.

Our circular walk was about three miles which we were happy to take. What started formless turned into a very well ‘organised’ walk – meeting people along the way which I could not have imagined.  We ended up at the pub, The Inn at Freshford  which turned out to be a gourmet pub specialising in gin, and excellent local beers. The bar person was a delight and allowed us to have a sample of a beer and a cider. We also had some delicious sweet potato fries (yes they do work).

Sometimes it works just following your nose.

Two amazing images

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We spent most of the day doing the front garden of a woman of about 85 who was confined to a wheelchair but seemed cheerful enough and bright as a button but forgetful and bit autocratic. She had a live-in helper called Samuel who used to work for the gold mining industry in Ghana but the firm was bought up by a South African conglomerate and everyone was made redundant so he came to the UK. He was trained in agriculture and so was very interested in what I was doing.

Whilst working in the garden, Francoise found an amazing wasps nest, now abandoned, made entirely from what appears to be paper. It is the size of a football and the wondrous subtlety of wasps harvesting paper combined with spittle to make an object of beauty is quite amazing to me.

We returned home to see  an amazing evening sky. I believe rain is due tomorrow.

I don’t have much more energy to write as I have been adding a lot to my 5G and Smart meter website and listening to a talk by Prof Martin Pall at the same time. He said that microwaves do irreversible damage to the production of sperm and reduces the vitality by 50%. At the present rate the population will be unable to reproduce itself.

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PS Wasp nests are made of a substance similar to paper that the insects produce by chewing wood into a pulp and then sticking it together with saliva to form a honeycomb-type structure
With a mouthful of wood fibers, the queen uses the saliva in her mouth to break down the wood fibers until they form a soft paper pulp. She then flies her mouthful of paper pulp to her chosen building site to begin construction of the nest. Worker wasps help to form the soft paper pulp into multiple hexagonal cells
have a look at this nest
https://news.sky.com/story/wasps-build-giant-nest-in-womans-spare-bed-10391741

 

 

 

Knitted human beings and hopeless publicity

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I have come across for the first time the Mother Nature Network and what do I find. Here is a Finnish artist Liisa Hietanen. who goes the extra mile in creating life-like models with a combination of crochet, knitting and embroidery. Read the article here.

I am a member of a smallish affiliation group that organizes conferences and lectures. For reasons that will become obvious, it will remain nameless. The people have organized a series of three talks to take place in Scotland and in London and Somerset. Continuing my theme of  Leaflet design I want to talk little bit about content. The following information should be on it.

  1. The title of the event, what it is, and three or four words if it is not immediately obvious.
  2. Where the event will take place. That may seem superfluous to someone who lives in the Same town or city but not helpful for a stranger especially when there is no postcode.
  3. The starting and ending time. When the doors open.
  4. The speaker or entertainer and his or her qualifications.
  5. What type of refreshments will be provided
  6. the cost, how to get hold of tickets if they are required. Concession rates?
  7. An inquiry or contact number or details in case of confusion.

The problem is that in this case the author or the utterer is so familiar with the subject, and so enthusiastic about it, that minor details are not seen as important. SURELY if I just breathe a word, everyone will drop what they are doing and attend.

The absolute golden rule is:  design the leaflet including the detail. Show it to more than one person who has little knowledge of the subject and ask them if they would come. Listen to their feedback. Listen to things they say they cannot see or understand.  Guaranteed they will always spot something you had not thought of.

We all need to put ourselves in the shoes of those who will attend. One of the talks organised by my group has an advertised running time of 11am to 3pm.  This is most irregular. The conventional times are 10 to 3 or 10 to 4 or 5. 11am is half way through the morning. What happens? People will show up at say 10.50. The talk starts at 11am. Around 12.30 they need a break as they are hungry. If they have not bought sandwiches they will have to go off to the nearest eatery where they will probably  get caught up in conversation. It is no good the organiser saying ‘be back in half an hour’. I would be surprised if the meeting will restart before 1.45.

So you have instead of the four hours advertised, the speaker has 2.5 hours to deliver the message. If you are going to have a continuous session the least you need are refreshments and light finger food.  To make it worse, the high-powered speaking event is on a bank holiday Monday and if the weather is good it is most unlikely that people will want to attend any event indoors.

I am fairly well known in the group as a sometime curmudgeonly and analytical person. I do not particularly want to add to this reputation by pointing out the many mistakes that the organizer has made. In a way, it is not my business. I’m just one of the group, not an executive member, and I have never been asked for my opinion. My decision is that I will just keep quiet and let people learn their lessons.

In other words, I shall keep mum.

The word mum is one of the few that we can say for certain are onomatopoeic, which imitate or echo some sound. The sound in this case is the inarticulate murmur ‘mmmmm’, the only noise one can make when one’s mouth is kept firmly shut. The word has been recorded in English from the fourteenth century in various spellings but settled to its modern form in the sixteenth century.

A quiet birthday for my wife

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This brings the general topic of ‘celebrating’ birthdays and other important occasions. Today my wife Francoise achieved her xxxth birthday. We celebrated in the morning by picking raspberries in our allotment and then buying a particularly generous portion of salmon which we had with scrambled egg for breakfast.

Normally I get inspiration as to ‘where to go’ but neither myself or Francoise had any inspiration. The National Trust properties are few and far between in Somerset and we have been to them. The Royal Horticultural properties likewise. On a hot day we had no wish to sit in a car for hours on our way to and fro nor to go to Bristol or even Bath for some film or other.

Our decision – have a quiet day. We had our visitor for the previous few days and felt like a rest on our own. We decided to avoid formula meals and go instead to our favourite Bread and Beyond bakery and delicious food servery in Chewton Mendip. I had a delicious home made chicken pie.  If you want lovely tea and cakes, or a quiche and salad, set your GPS to BA3 4LJ. Its on the A37.

Not everything has to be formulated. Some special days can be quietly experienced whilst doing normal things such as pottering around. .

hot weather and mouldy bread

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As you may know we love making our own bread but unfortunately it does not do well in the heat and the damp. The hot summer provides ideal conditions for mould which although attractive to the biologist does not make for a positive eating experience.

It is some days since I have put pen to paper.  I saw a very moving scene from my window this morning. A council employee was operating a street cleaner rotary brush machine. He stopped outside my house, got out of his cab, and turned on the Radio Three which is our local classical radio program and there was the most wonderful Beethoven string quartet radiating across the street. He stood there silent for about 2 minutes, turned off the music and resumed his job.

One of the reasons for my lack of activity last weekend was that I had a friend stay. It was a delight to have him for many reasons and one of those was that we didn’t have to go to endless lengths to arrange a bedroom, bring down the bedding etc. He very much likes camping and came complete with camping kit which he immediately assembled in the garden. I showed him where the tea and coffee was, the quirks of the shower in the bathroom, and thus his independence was established.

At the end of the day, I think with friends it’s all about wavelength. In my case it’s a lot about people who have had the red pill versus the people who have taken by default the blue pill (The Matrix-yes?) and are largely unconscious to the real things that are going on in this world. If you want to bore yourself to death, go back over my diaries and have a look at the various headings to see where my disposition lies. It is such a pleasure to be able to speak to someone without having to explain everything. The use of keywords, Masonic hand shakes if you like, instantly puts one in the same ballpark as another person and you don’t have to go back to square one and explain the basics every 5 minutes.

For locals (Somerset) , to whom this itinerary would mean something,  last Saturday we went to Mells, Then the annual open day at Nunney, a very stylish and expensive little village about 12 miles south of Bath, then to a retro reclamation yard somewhat west of Glastonbury. There was a traveling exhibition at Nunney entitled ‘Jesus Laughing and Loving’. I was struck by one of the images, below. We see Jesus’ unsmiling almost serious images all over the place. This one is refreshing and shows him as human (part divine of course).

Finally my wife has grown some lovely sunflowers in our garden.

How not to design a flyer

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Oh dear oh dear such good intentions but what a mess.

As my regular readers will have gathered, I am very involved in smart meters and 5G So when I heard there was a talk in Totnes, Devon, I was delighted but when I saw the leaflet I realized it’d been hastily created and ill thought out and unless there is a large and stable group of existing fans the chance of this leaflet pulling people is small.

Let this be a warning to anyone designing anything.

Please take some time to look at it. First of all, when you design a leaflet you think who it is for. There is a rule of thumb out there that if you try to appeal to everyone you appeal to no-one. The wording of the leaflet makes certain assumptions that those outside the field are not aware of so clearly the talk is biased.

The wording was clearly written by an insider who takes public knowledge for granted. To the average member of the public “should we allow its installment” means absolutely nothing. What is to be installed?

I know that Dr. Graham Downing is excellent and Mark steel is a firebrand pursuing his course in true Geordie fashion for which he must be admired but if you are not in the field the names mean nothing.

We are asked to come along and join “us” in the Civic Hall. If you are not from the area where is that supposed to be. Address? Town or City? Who knows.

Oh, and looking at their website, two of the pages are blank and the others barely respectable. First impressions do count, and so do second third and fourth impressions.

£3.50 (concessions welcome) could be read in many ways. Why not try general admittance £4 (50p’s are a nuisance) concessions £3.

Normally a telephone number for enquiries is good. The website is a reiteration of the leaflet and commands no authority.

The most ambiguous element is the imgaery. What has the setting sun – presumably it is the setting sun – got to do with anybody and why are people holding hands. It could mean anything – the end of the world – a pop festival. Why not a picture of a smart meter or an antenna to give some clue to people what it’s all about.

Look, we have all got to start somewhere and I don’t want to dampen anyone’s enthusiasm but in this day and age you have to be up there otherwise your utterance will be dismissed if people don’t ‘get it’ in the first few seconds.

Oh, and you normally print an A5 leaflet portrait not landscape because it’s much more convenient to pin it up to a notice board if it is portrait.

The golden rule is when you have designed your leaflet, show it to people who don’t know anything about the subject and ask them what they think. Would they come. Asking friends is a waste of time because they know you and they will say nice things. The public is a hard nut to crack especially with such controversial subjects.

I don’t think I have seen a leaflet that has made so many fundamental errors which is such a shame since the evening could be good.

Do I make the journey down there? 200 mile return trip and an overnight? Mmmmm.

Also the publicity was started just a couple of weeks before the event so unless miracles occur this is going to suffer from too little attention.

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Continuing my theme of D.E.W. directed energy weapons hows this for ‘forces of nature’? This is from California, USA, event 31 July Pub 1 Aug 2018 receiving 16,203 views 24 h later.

comment – one of 612 comments – The California fires were started with directed energy weapons from the Military Industrial Complex. They even burn the homes of some of their own people to avoid becoming suspect. CA is in serious debt and lost priority aid from the FED gov due to sanctuary status (illegal)? They started the fires in order to Declare State of Emergency and requires billions from FED. There were black SUV’s all over California lighting flairs and throwing them at houses to start these fires in addition to the directed energy weapons used.

Gardening – being on TV – delights of not travelling

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Today dawned bright and sunny and at just the right temperature. This is the day when we were due to finish a gardening job for a delightful woman of 87 who has endured the loss of two husbands followed by seven years being on her own in each case. She is thinking of moving into a home where she can have the company that she desires.

She complains of loneliness and particularly in the winter months and is quite blunt about it but she is fortunate to have the support from five of her children so she is often entertaining grandchildren and her own children. We had a delightful time making her garden tidy and attractive. It was interesting to note that she originally grumbled about the price I asked, whereupon I had offered a reduction, but when she saw the quality of work we did, she agreed to pay the original price.

Older people should not be underestimated. This lady was an amazing embroiderer and quilter and her bungalow was adorned with brilliant creations that I could only admire. She was an extremely interesting person sharing many memories of times before and during the second world war. In these cases I always ask Françoise to spend some time with them chatting because their need to talking is in a way just as great as the need to have a garden done.

Yesterday we met with someone called Howard who needs his entire garden done, it looks like a wreck at the moment. From his appearance and his medical situation it is unclear as to whether he can afford the price so what I decided to do is determine the normal price, give him a quote and see what he says, then discuss with him what can be done.

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Today, at about 1:30 PM, my doorbell rung and there was a reporter from BBC Points West. A few days before, I had complained to the Local Council that someone had been stealing our strawberries. This was picked up by a local reporter from the Bath Echo who in turn put it on a wire service. Maybe since it is August, the silly season, it was picked up by the Daily Telegraph who called me and did a telephone article and later on by BBC Points West. Hence the reporter. We went along to the allotment and she did a couple of interviews with two tenants and myself. With quick editing a video session made at 3pm ended up on the news at 6.40 pm. I suppose that is normal these days what with competition.

After the rain and pestilence of the last few days we are set for more summer with temperatures rising to the 30’s. I can cope. Who needs to travel around in such weather. I don’t want to visit overcrowded coastal resorts, which tend to be overcrowded in this part of the world. If you want somewhere really overcrowded try St. Ives, Cornwall.