A day of stillness but sounds of disharmony


Another lovely morning.  I drop my wife off at a sewing workshop at the quilt centre here in Midsomer Norton and on my return went to see a gardening client who wanted me to cut a very large and unwieldy hedge. It is very difficult to estimate an acceptable price because people’s expectations are so different.  Some people have to save every penny and other people are not bothered about the price so long as it’s done.   I never give a price on the spot and always think about it before telephoning them the next day.

Radstock museum is showing an exhibition of virtual reality with respect to the conditions that the Miners had to put up with. I visited and paid £5 for entry which entitles me to unlimited return visits for a year. I saw a somewhat sanitised version of what it must have been like, the lighting was better and I suspect the tunnels larger than they were in real life. I did not realise the extent to which seams have to be abandoned because of a breakout of an underground stream, a not uncommon occurrence apparently.

Back home for a lunch consisting of cooked chicken mixed with mashed potatoes and a few beans. It may not sound very glamorous but it does the fill the corners.   The needs of my stomach a changing and I find that if I have my last meal about 4pm, my stomach settles and  I can have a very good sleep.  Evening meals are only possible if I don’t have lunch.

Prior to that I went again to the new Wetherspoons, thinking of having lunch there but again there were many people waiting and I got the impression they didn’t have enough staff because every day it is full. I think it will take a couple of months to settle.  I heard that last Friday they had their first fight.  I must say that acoustics are very poor and you need to find a quiet corner if you want to actually be heard by your eating companion.

An article of mine on smart meters is going to be published in the local paper on Wednesday.  I was very encouraged to read that in there was an article entitled  ‘say no to smart meters’. Here is my entry in my website.   Governments and companies have invested an enormous amount in this fraud and I feel it is backfiring on them.

SM00082   Say no to smart meters.  The government’s money-saving, energy-tracking revolution has turned into another costly damp squib. They were hailed as a technological advance that would save us all money, eliminate billing errors and revolutionise the way we use energy in our homes. But so far, smart meters are proving to be anything but a smart decision….. Pub 28 Sept 2018 Added 29 Sept 2018

I’m writing this in the evening.  I have just heard a commotion in one of the houses opposite our back garden. I heard a man’s voice saying ‘get out’   followed by the whimpering sounds of a female.  The amount of domestic cruelty is very great in this country UK  I’m ashamed to say, I’m talking about England now, and I am sure it is amplified by the stresses of earning a decent wage.  There is also a large category of loneliness with   people who live on their own.

I give thanks on a daily basis for the problems that I don’t have and for health and strength –  now off to watch the television.  A busy day tomorrow which will no doubt result in a long diary entry.

A lively and very sunny morning

I awoke this morning to find a clear blue sky. Such a treat in Mid September.  Today is the day I go and collect my money from my garden customer, the supervisor of divers in Libya who arrived back at 00.00 this morning.  He  is a quiet man, very methodical and works very hard. He works 28 days on and 28 days off in unpleasant and difficult circumstances. He said that the office work has not been completed which caused inconvenience. He said that this was due to all the staff having been killed.   He said that as if he was asking me if I wanted a cup of coffee, which I did by the way.   We chatted away in a fairly disjointed fashion.  He told me that his wife had died and he was selling another house which was occupied by his family. He was hoping to sell it and travel for some time after his retirement which he was planning shortly.
I love these little snapshots of people. They know  they are probably not going to see you again and you don’t know any of their friends so they can be as open as they wish with you knowing it will not go any further.
I returned to Midsomer Norton and had a little peek at Wetherspoons. They have been  open about 10 days now and every day seems to be heavily populated with people. The service is slow, and I thought they could have got a few more staff in to cater for the inevitable curiosity and interest of a new pub restaurant in the chain. I was told that someone had to wait 50 minutes for a meal but when it came it was very nice.
The Green Shop sells good organic food, has a family atmosphere and is a pleasure to go in. I parked close by and thought to myself, should I go in?  I intuited that there was a person  that I should meet and as soon as I entered the establishment I saw her, a young to middle-aged lady who looked as if she had been through hard times. She was very easy to talk to and she told me that she had no house, no job, and very little money. This was her  first cup of coffee for a long time.  I chatted with her and said that I in my life had been without accommodation, a job, and nothing seems to be going right for me but then things seem to improve without my being able to figure out how it happened.  I said that providence looks after us all in a strange way.  I suggested that she find one or two gay friends because they don’t have a hidden agenda, they have a good sense of humor, and are fun to be with.  she asked me if there was a gay club in Midsomer Norton and I said I didn’t think this was the gay centre of the world by any means, and she should try BristoI.
I said some fairly outrageous things including the fact that she might consider herself a man in a woman’s body but she took it in good heart and said I had a good point.   She thanked me warmly for my feedback  and we left each other with much hand waving and good byes.   I don’t know her name but it doesn’t matter all that much because next time I will greet her warmly. I like people who are different, not normal, and who live on the edge of society They are much more interesting if difficult to know initially because I suspect they have been hurt so many times.  She had told me that she has got over the habit of getting linked up with controlling men, or men who are into drugs –  and was quite proud of herself for so doing.
the afternoon was spent in sending out invoices to the people who are allotment tenants. It is such a tedious job making sure that everything is in the right order but I only have to do this occasionally so it’s not too bad really.
The time is 6:04PM, the time when my daily google alerts come relating to all matters  5G, smart meters etc so I try to update my website on a daily basis.

Boy – this be traditional Zomerset


We chanced on this advert whilst having tea and cakes in the afore-mentioned Bread and Beyond cafe. It was a perfect day with no cloud in the sky (daft thing to say – where else would they be). This very large field was 10 minutes by car from our humble bungalow.

Once a year all the local farmers get together for a grand social. You can spot a farmer a mile away. They are tall, lean and fit – as they have to be. They have a certain lilt in their walk.  The facilities were a large tent offering a  poughmans lunch for £10, tea and cakes, and a makeshift bar serving local ciders. There were three or four firms selling tractors, someone selling tools, a lady offering her beloved home made jam for £1.10 a jar and a dry stone wall competition.

The main events were ploughing by old fashioned traction engine, modern ploughs, and horses. In the days before autonomous ploughs they had two stream engines at either end of a field and pulled a plough between them. This is a model made in Leeds in 1918. I love the noises.

coming to the end of its journey (below)

I never realised how many types of furrow can be achieved. See these examples. Below – These are cut at an angle controlled by the settings.

Very small furrows, above,  done with a smaller tractor

A dog looking after his master’s coat.

a good social time is being had by all.
Below –  Everyone was allocated an area to demonstrate their skill.

If you get a chance to participate in one of these local shows do not hesitate. If you don’t know anybody just chat to everyone as if you had known them all your life. It works every time.

A new toy for night listening – a sad piece of news


I do not often buy ‘stuff’ for myself but on this occasion an exception has been made. I am increasingly suffering from electromagnetic sensitivity. We are being radiated on a 24/7 basis with waves that the human body is not designed for.  All types of devices that everyone is so fond of using are radiators and transmitters.  People in rural areas are more at risk as the device – phone, tablet etc. has to work harder to keep in touch with the transmitting tower.

I seldom sleep though the night and often wake up at 3am or so (tut tut I hear you say).  I very much enjoy the World Service of the BBC. They have long interviews about situations all round the world and the interviewer does not interrupt the speaker every five seconds as on day time TV and radio. The service is broadcast from Radio 4 BBC which goes off air at 1 am to give way to World Service and to return at 05.20 to BBC and the Shipping Forecast. I notice that they have a large rota to read this item, my guess is because it is so boring. See The Guardian article. Dogger, Fisher, German Bight: shipping forecast celebrates 150 years.  The maritime service launched in 1867 and is still ‘vital’ to seafarers, says the RNLI, despite new sources of weather data.

Recently I have noticed that a feel sick and dizzy when I work for too long on my computer. Amazingly, laptops are more radiant than PC’s. I have switched off the wireless element in my router so am almost wireless free but even so we have a cocktail of frequencies flowing through us at all times – even radio transmissions must be taken into consideration. I did not know that even when switched off, we can suffer from ‘dirty electricity’ in the wiring of our home and from our devices such as our mobile phones.

This is why I have bought the device above. It runs on DC direct current – much healthier than Alternating current. My mains powered portable/battery radio was producing dirty electricity – even the ear pieces would you believe.    The only problem is that the battery is small and it does not seem to run for longer than a few hours, not the 24 as advertised. The battery is he size of the battery in my mobile phone.  Anyway it can be recharged so I must just plug it in every morning or every other morning.


We went to our lovely rural bakery, Bread and Beyond, to find that our beloved and hardworking Alice, the baker, who rises at 2am to bake bread, will be hanging up her cooking apron on Saturday 20 October. I guess we take our loyal and hard working servants for granted. She makes the most delicious meat pies – steak and mushrooms,  apple and pork and unlike most other products the pies are full of actual meat not just fillers such as potato or carrots.

Witherspoons opens – just another day in Iraq – Dr Pepper


Last Tuesday, our new local branch of Witherspoons opened its doors. The brand are very good at adapting old buildings, in this case a cinema where in days of yore, Saturday morning picture queues stretched along the street.  We went along yesterday, Saturday, hoping to have a nice quiet breakfast and we found the place was so full that we couldn’t even find a table. I mention this in the local discount store and someone has tried to go along on a Friday evening and had to wait half an hour just to get a table. A lot of people were waiting for their servings and I got the impression the staff were overworked. I know there are strikes in the planning and it would spoil my image of Witherspoons slightly if they were found to be paying low wages. The staff work very hard and I think they deserve more.

This weekend is full of rain and wind; our usual trip to Glastonbury for the autumn equinox celebration was cancelled because who wants to stand shivering in the elements. Well, I was there in spirit.

on Friday, I attended my local men’s group for a curry supper with a speaker. Matt was a Christian worker in Iraq; his work is less dangerous now then the time when Isis was in full flood but he says that there’s one explosion a day in Baghdad. He says that the work is easier in the north of Iraq which is freer from the influence of Isis and people have something resembling a normal life.

He told me quite a chilling story about two ladies who came to work for a charitable organisation in Baghdad. When they arrived for work the first day they found an envelope with a bullet resting on top. The note in the envelope said that you are a Christian and if you come in tomorrow you will be killed. The person in question panicked and left for Jordan where she stayed for a month. Her friend decided to ignore the note and come in anyway; her body was found a few hours later in a ditch with her throat cut.

Matt the speaker told us that the woman who left for Jordan was drawn to come back and formed about 250 home churches. All this had to be done secretly, often at night, otherwise their lives would have been in danger. She also organised obtaining shoes for children who otherwise could not have gone to school This is not a huge advertisement for religions in general but ’twas ever thus.

I felt quite ashamed of my own lack of courage to speak up on important things though I’m getting better now. At worst people will cease to be our friend but when your life is at stake it requires considerable strength of character to speak up for what you believe and do the deeds necessary. In most Brits, faith is paper thin. Attendance at church is more like a social club in many cases.

Our men’s group itself is quite fun, there is a spirit of comradeship and goodwill. At the curry evening, there is a game where you have to build up a pile of wood and stop the whole thing falling down through your efforts to make the pile hire, supported by a fewer and fewer number of bricks. It always ends one way, noisily.

Oh I nearly forgot. The curry dinner organisers bought Dr. Pepper which bought back memories of my time in the USA (I have been to USA 40 times) where a Dr. Pepper was routinely drunk by many youngsters. I thought I would re-visit it for old times sake and poured a sample into a glass. The smell was so awful that I almost vomitted from the chemical type odour.  I took one tiny sip …… and then a large glass  of water. People PAY to drink this stuff???.

Saturday morning I met a very keen family who wanted to take an allotment. The 7 year old daughter was very keen on growing pumpkins and the 4 year-old just wanted to have fun. I welcome them with open arms because if we can introduce youngsters to the idea of nature and wean them away from their mobile phones, we will do them a great service.

World War 1 at The American Museum Bath


Prosthetic face being fitted. (World War 1 exhibition – till end Oct 2018)

’twas a sunny day with billowing clouds coming in from the Atlantic. We discussed what sort of walk we could do to take advantage of one of the few days without daytime rain. I finally decided to go to the American  Museum in Britain, situated near Bath, the only one of its kind in the world outside the USA.

It turned out to be the right idea. A new designed landscape had been opened the previous day and there was a sculpture exhibition by Angela Connor. This brilliantly situated environment and house is situated in a valley close to Bath but nothing of the city can be seen. The standards of administration and staffing are exemplary. I highly recommend this attraction for its exhibits and the current temporary exhibition on World War 1, plus a lovely restaurant serving light lunches (American food) and teas, coffees etc. Allow 3-4 hours to see everything. Here follows a photo essay with comments as necessary.

We wandered round the new gardens and the arboretum….

Abraham Lincoln
Unobstructed view of the countryside
Very unusual ‘rings within rings’ of a tree stump
lovely autumn view
Winston Churchill, Prime Minister of England
Look carefully. The base of the railings have been oxidized to nothing – hanging in the air

In the museum itself

A cartoon in quilt form

Morphing photo.

World War 1 exhibition.  I did not know that in 1917, 2 million US troops were engaged in France. That would be 2% of the population of the USA.

Is this the world’s first 2’6″ bed. I guess made narrow to cram them in to a limited space.

what phallic symbolism?
before and after prosthetic treatment

and finally an amazing bust of John Taverner the composerfashioned out of musical score sheets.

That’s yer lot folks. I could go on for ever.


A sparkling Priston Festival

Priston is a deceptively sleepy looking small village somewhat south of Bath.  Once a year they have a festival which consists of live folk  Music and other entertainments mainly for children.  This last weekend was ‘that time of year’.   The demography of this area is completely different from typical Somerset. It is an enclave of the well-to-do, successful professionals who are drawn by the historical nature of this place and the proximity to Bristol and Bath.  if you had told me this event was in Hampstead in London I would have believed you from the types of people that were there.

Sam Carter
It is a great relief to discuss matters of intellectual moment without fear of being rejected or misunderstood.  People attend to meet other people apart from the entertainment and you can more or less sit down with virtually anyone and have a good meaningful chat not starting like so many chats about the weather. All that is assumed. People are boundaried and aware, and they do not waste their time on drivel or inconsequential comments.
The festival is held in a small triangular area consisting mainly of the pub and the Village Hall. There are three or four music stages and a children’s area.
We enjoyed musical entertainment and songs from Sam Carter who in 2010 was named as the best newcomer at the BBC Radio 2 folk awards. He has been stirring audiences from Camden to Canada via and attention-grabbing appearance on later….. with Jools Holland.  The video is above.  His Youtube channel is here
worth a read. Use Ctrl and + for easier reading.

We spent a very pleasant 4 hours at this very well organised and loved event. Here are a few images in no particular order to give you a flavour. Visitors to Somerset – it is worth making a day visit because there is plenty to listen to and it is FREE.

A retro car with NO electronics

Hysteria over a hurricane – a new feature for the garden


So after promising that hurricane Florence would be the worst in 10 years and would come on to N and S Carolina with full force 5, now it has diminished to a force 1 with mostly tides, wind and rain to cope with. This is one sure fire way of controlling people – make them afraid. Use any means – the threat of terrorism, the weather, possibility of famine and ramp it up so much that people cannot think straight.

However there is more to this. You may not believe that someone would deliberately create a hurricane but we do not live in a pretty world. Most of my readers have heard of the Canary Islands. One of them is Tenerife. The video includes a strange structure in the extreme south of the island. This guy is 100% for science but US patents are US patents so see for yourself.

I had a fun day with my son who has returned from a period of TEFL teaching in Sri Lanka. I felt like spoiling myself so I bought a small stone work which I shall call ‘a bird in the hand’.

The 16th anniversary of 9/11


This is advanced material on 9/11 and is not suitable / one step to far for the average person who still thinks a bloke in a cave with a mobile phone was instrumental in one of the greatest deceptions of all time.

For some years I kept myself focused on the topic of 9/11 and realised after a short amount of time that the Israelis were deeply involved simply because they wanted America to do their work for them in the pursuit of the greater Israel.  Please remember that the so-called dancing Israelis seen near to WTC 1 and 2 subsequently admitted on Israeli TV that they had set up their cameras before the first ‘plane strike’ to record the event.  So, nothing suspicious about that then.
It is interesting that 16 years after the event the amount of controversy and the amount of material including many videos produced remains at a constant level and in some cases it increases as more and more people realise what went on.
I am focusing myself for most of all time now on 5G and smart metres where I am collating the information from various sources but watched the video about with great interest as it has one or two finer points that I had previously forgotten about or been unaware of. Doctor Judy Hall (Where did the Towers go?) says that directed weapons were used to dustify the Two Towers’to  destruction; the video above is talking about two suitcase bombs and also about thermite. I would say that all methods were used together to make sure the job got done.
Anyway do have a look at the video. It may shock you but after 16 years I am still amazed by the duplicity and hypocrisy of this so called peace loving country, the United States of America, and the activity and comportment of the Zionist movement which has very little to do with being Jewish by the way.  Zionists have almost complete control of the mainstream Media  in the USA for some strange reason.

As David Icke would say, do your own research.

Frome Agriculture and Cheese Festival


One of the mainstays of Somerset. Each year it grows and grows. The images will largely speak for themselves. I would encourage everyone to come. If you are thinking of moving to the area, come along for a day trip and get the feel of the local people. We are coming up to our sixth year in Somerset and this is the first year that we feel accepted and more at home.Only one downside of this.

I have become more electrosensitive which means that I am aware of cell phone towers and radiations not to mention the effect of people’s mobile phones.  the problem is that the human body is not really designed to deal with microwaves. About an hour into the festival I started feeling listless and heavy and I lost my normal mental acuity.
Did dawned on me that since the mobile phone signal is weak, one bar if you are lucky, the phones have to work extra hard to reach the broadcasting towers so it was a bit like sitting in the middle of a microwave oven.  Just imagine the effect of about 3000 phones or trying to do the same thing so this is the price we pay for technology but this in itself is nothing compared with the effect of 5 g if it should ever come to pass. My website is if you want to have a look.
I left the show exhausted in my body but after about 20 minutes I revived having been somewhat fortified by some cider in a local pub.

The community as it should be

What an absolutely lovely day we had today doing a garden of this client who is a diving instructor at one of the North Sea oil platforms.  He was away and will return 28th September. The garden is in Peasedown, down a side Lane which no one ever thinks to go down but it is a link to a most extraordinary group of houses which comprise a real community where everybody knows everybody else.
We were resting from our work and made contact with a lady who was next door across the street and engaged her in conversation which went on a good 20 minutes. She has lived in that street for the last 45 years, knows everybody. It used to be a farm in the old days.
She offered me a cup of tea which I gladly accepted and went round to have a chat about the chickens running around in a field noticing that some of them have been pecked so much that they have no feathers on their back. This was evidently due to the actions of cockerels.
Meanwhile, my wife had engaged or become engaged with someone just passing who commented on the historical nature of the area and how a company had bought up and adjacent hillside to build 35 properties.  It was however far too steep  so hundreds of tons of earth would have to be moved and to cap it all, planning permission had been given but with the stipulation that only one access point would be granted. Looking at the Narrow Lane which would have to serve as the ingress and egress for everything I don’t think there’s any doubt that this proposal would be a dead duck.
It was lovely to see the number of ripe blackberries in the hedgerows  and my partner Francoise  lost no opportunity in picking them for what will I’m sure turn out to be a lovely blackberry pie.
It really made my day; everyone we came into contact with was really interested in us as people, and of course we were interested in them as well and this reminds me of what society should be and how the amount of mental disease would diminish if everyone felt valued as a person.
After working for 4 hours we were both strangely refreshed at the end of this time. Francois wanted to stop but I would have preferred to continue such is the enlivening energy  of working in the right conditions.

Transporting turkeys


My friend Will rang me last night asking me to help him transport some turkeys from a Kingsbridge, a place south of Taunton to a makeshift shed in Radstock. Why not.  We arrived at the farm to find many birds, turkeys and chickens at various stages of their life. The industry in the UK is vast. At least 250 million chickens are reared. They can take as little as three weeks to become large enough to sell. Turkeys are bigger birds and take much longer, 6 months, hence the increase in price.

The turkeys were quiet on the journey except when I turned a corner too fast. See our adventures in persuading them to settle in the shed.

where they will live the rest of their life

The Tour of Britain Cycle race passes through Midsomer Norton


This was FUN. We all collected together, tried to figure out what the ideal spot was, and then decided you could see the show from anywhere.

They came through at about 1.10pm. Before that an efficient phalanx of police motor cycles swept along, enjoying themselves enormously in the process, organising everyone.

I will let the video speak for itself.

The British love a spectacle.

Truckfest – all systems go

Now this is one smooth operation.  It was held at the Bath and West ground familiar to anyone within a 50 mile radius of this enormous site, south of Shepton Mallet.
We turned up around 10:15 in the morning and entered the showground to see rows upon rows, there must have been  200 of the full sized model of trucks all sparkling and polished.  The price per adult was £14 but because I forgot to book beforehand we had to pay £17 on the gate, never mind.
I only discovered what a clever arrangement this was when I spoke with one of the truck drivers, a man of Indian origin, whose company owned two trucks with a 50 m crane attached. These models are designed to deliver materials to building sites.
His current truck cost £350,000 and he was happy to talk about the safety elements. When you go from one lane to another, and if there is traffic, an alarm sounds and the truck itself causes the indicators to flash.  If a car pulls in front of the truck and there is no reaction then the brakes will be automatically applied.
Truckfest charge £30 per truck and in return you get two free tickets entry plus your children and the opportunity to camp on the site.   There were almost as many tents on the site as there were trucks.  I realise that this was a vast gathering ground for truckers to exchange gossip, information etc and there were people from all over the country and  even one or two people from Ireland.
In addition to the trucks there was the usual miniature railway, a funfair, and the usual food stalls apart from the permanent building which serves as a bar and a restaurant. It is not haute cuisine but food for the masses.    The trucks themselves took part in ceremonial processions with much tooting of horns; the entertainment was provided by two large converted cars on a huge chassis that took a delight in crushing three cars that were conveniently placed in a row.  Safe to say the cars will not pass their MOT.
It is a fair comment to describe the average size of the attendee to be larger than the average. I suppose if I drove a truck all day all day and ate junk food for want of anything else that I would eventually develop a huge stomach but some of the wives gave their husbands  some competition on the size department.
So, 90% of the attractions (exhibitors) can be enticed to come to have a little relaxation from being on the road and they can preen themselves and show off their vehicles, and be there to answer any questions that the public may have, then job done. If Truckfest charge an average of £15 on the gate and there are a goodly number of people of a weekend that’s a nice little earner I would say.
Francoise inspects the fleet

We did enjoy it very much in a mindless sort of way. A lot of people were just enjoying themselves  and around 12 midday, most of the truckers  were  contenting themselves with cooking steaks and sausages over a barbecue.

It was quite obvious that most of them had been there many times before and I think it’s a great social service to these hard-working people.  When I see trucks driving along I shall think of them with a little bit more respect. I hope it will not be too much for them when the inevitable queues at Dover come along after the Brexit mess.   I have to say the drivers in general were a social and jolly crowd.

Electrosensitive people – more fun days

I attended a meeting of people affected by electromagnetic Fields so called electrosensitive people and it was a real pleasure to meet those who are similarly afflicted.   I find I can tolerate these waves less and less. I even find that when I use my mouse I get prickles in my hand. This is not good.  In the body it manifests as a type of metallic feeling, an itch through my whole body which even affects my breathing rate.
The event was organised  by someone on Facebook who is part of an electrosensitivity group.  It was held in the middle of an orchard in a small village well away from pylons and transmitters.  We arrived about 10 in the morning and found nobody there but in the next hour people showed up.
The group was extremely informal with people just turning up at various odd times. At the height of things there were about 14 of us. At first I was a bit unsettled by the lack of any agenda but the person running the group, Dave, told me that the idea was that everyone should just mingle so I played along with it and got to know most people as the day went on.  Of the assembled gathering, about half were genuine sufferers and the rest were just curious about the phenomenon.
We met two people who were so electrosensitive that they could not attend meetings in buildings, one have got a divorce and lost her job and was living on virtually no money.  It seems that you can endure it for sometime and then one fine day you reach a critical point where you get affected.  The idea that the DNA tries to cope with energies that it’s not used to dealing with by mutating.   There is a whole host of information  on my site .    I suggest you turn to the section ‘videos’ which is the quickest way of learning about this whole phenomenon.
Having met everyone and exchanged contact details where relevant,  we drifted off and went to a local fun day in Evereech,  this being one of the last weekends before the Summer season closes on  such occasions.

 From a car boot sale person I bought a very nice large aluminium pan for £1.50 because I liked the look of it.  It was the usual tent where flowers and vegetables were judged and tea served.  I restricted myself to a cup of tea.  On the way home we found ourselves picking blackberries which are in abundance at this time of year.

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