I drift from my normal daily themes of my daily life.
My video for the day. You may remember the fires in California? The ones that were so hot that they melted the metal in car engines which ran in rivulets down the street. These are not even most most recent ones but the one in January 2018. Burned Out Northern California Fire Victim Questions Directed Energy Weapons plan. What she lacks in style she makes up for in enthusiasm. See what a world is coming. California #1, USA #2 the rest of the world in short order #3
If that was not enough how about this one. Dr Horton on the Ritchie Allen Show – Directed Energy Weapon Attacks. You want to know what it is like?
I have seldom seen such an honest transparent video about men vs. women, made by women who appear to be being totally transparent. It is not a youtube video so no normal embedding. View it here.
I have held the belief that some women use their sexuality and perceived ‘weakness’ to their own advantage. I was shocked to read about the number of men who are physically abused. If they retaliate then the man will probably end up in court. It is all to easy to blame the man. Are we all potential rapists? I might ask ‘are all women potential seducers’. I am not interested in people’s ‘sex’. I am interested in their contribution, their attitude, their community mindedness, their ability to speak whole sentences. Age does not matter. Its the humanity.
So, all my printed stuff for next Sunday has arrived. I feel a bit lost so will start to prepare for my trip to London. We shall be there for four days. Luckily someone is coming to house-sit.
Today is the 6th anniversary of our arrival in Somerset. On that day 24th November it was also raining. Life has changed in so many ways that it is difficult to enunciate them in one go. I met the mayor of Midsomer Norton fairly early on in our time. He said that things would happen for us but 10 times slower than we would like and he was absolutely right. We are now on more than nodding acquaintance with about 50 people for various reasons and in various circumstances. The number of people who have had my lifestyle and experience is somewhat less than 0.01% so we have learnt to draw a little nutrition from a lot of people.
We both came from families that were not functional in the emotional sense so we have had to learn to make up for this by being more rugged and outgoing and to a large extent we have succeeded though you cannot turn the clock back.
Before I continue, I must not forget to mention a very important feature I was listening to on the radio (Trans World Radio) this morning. I heard an interview with Archbishop Benjamin Kwashi, from Nigeria who is in UK to raise awareness of the amount of killing and torture of Christians in his country. He himself has been the subject of three attempts at murder.. On the first occasion he was due to come home where unbeknown to him, bandits were waiting. The Archbishop was delayed so instead they got hold of his wife Gloria, and beat her so badly that she lost the sight of her eyes for 6 months and only after 5 operations in America was her sight restored. She is a woman of enormous spirit and today looks after 50 homeless children in her house.
The second occasion was when ‘they’ came for him when they were both at home. He was kidnapped and taken away to be killed in the countryside but then for some reason the bandits decided to kill him in his bedroom at home. The Archbishop asked if he could pray and when he opened his eyes for some reason the intruders had fled.
The third occasion was when they came for him when they were both at home again. They rustled his cattle and demanded that he come out of his house but he refused to do so. A neighbour shone a torch at the intruders upon which he was shot dead. Have a look at the Archbishop and his wife being interviewed.
We have no right to complain about religious freedom; it is more apposite to complain about the crazy left the want to marginalize Christmas on the grounds that some people might be offended. Never mind that all major religions preach tolerance and love. In the Minds of these deranged people that counts for nothing. This is one of the results of political correctness, one of the evil seeds of this movement which was formed in 1923 and named the Frankfurt group. (Germany). The centre relocated to New York and thence to California.
I can look back on my time here with some pride. I have started a diary which I have maintained for 2 years now and is nearly up to half a million words. I’ve started a large website 5Gexposed.com revealing the dangers of both 5G and of smart meters. I have become chairman and secretary of my local Allotment Association and run a happy ship. Francoise has taken up with yoga and she goes to a painting group once a week which she enjoys enormously and shows signs of progressing from strength to strength. We do garden clearance to supplement our income and to keep fit.
I cannot say that we miss London but we do enjoy going there from time to time as we are doing next week for a conference. When I go to London there are just too many people for comfort and it takes me a day or so to really adjust but we absorb what we can, particularly going to all the art galleries. There is the city gallery in Bath but that cannot compete with the Tate galleries, the National Gallery, the Portrait Gallery, and all the great museums. I love the fact that I don’t have to buy an Oyster card; I just use my debit card instead. You cannot spend more than a certain amount of money on travel each day in other words there is automatic capping.
This afternoon we went to have a celebratory high tea at my favorite restaurant. The impresario Paul Hartley was there. He has been in the service area in Pubs (he started in Putney) then bought a local pub then this restaurant, Hartleys, where we are sitting in this picture. He has written an amazing number of quirky books such as ‘The Marmite Cookbook’, ‘The Little Book of Marmite tips’, ‘The Heinz Tomato Ketchup book’ and many others. It sounds unbelievable but a trip to Amazon.co.uk will confirm all. …Search “Paul Hartley”
We could not finish the grand repast so asked for a doggie bag (actually a plastic box) to take the balance away. While we were there, one of the serving girls said farewell to Paul. She had only worked since Monday but gave the most amazing and original excuse to Paul that I have ever heard. She said ‘we have bought a top of the range car (£80k?) and the petrol used is too expensive for me to be bought back and forth’. We had a laugh. I wonder why people bother with such excuses when they are obviously fake. Why not say ‘ I do not feel I fit in here’ or ‘this is not right for me’.
Back home to the fire and to partake of the Magnum bottle of Prosecco that I casually bought the previous day.
I might actually switch off this computer earlier than usual. It is Saturday night after all.
Thought this 1 minute 48 second video from South Korea might be of interest. It’s about a movement in South Korea to liberate women from cosmetic make-up and the patriarchy!
Prior to watching this short video, I hadn’t realised that South Korea is the plastic surgery capital of the world, and that societal expectations of female beauty are so high, a third of South Korean women go under the knife!
I read years ago that a study in the UK found that in UK workplaces, women who wear make-up are (on average) better paid than women who don’t wear any make-up!
Like my now late mother, I only use make-up lightly, when at all. Also like my late mother, I never used red or any bright lipsticks, just pink – and I completely stopped using lipstick a long time ago (when in my 20s I think), as I could see no point in my wearing lipstick, and I prefer the natural look, as do members of my family.
Back in my auditing and international corporate troubleshooting days, my wearing only minimal make-up was a non issue (for me, for colleagues, for bosses and for the people I was dealing with professionally).
Reflecting back now, possibly my only ever wearing minimal make-up may have actually been an advantage in the corporate workplace, in that it may have contributed to the fact that I was almost never treated in any way lesser than my male colleagues in consequence of my gender.
The tiny number of dinosaur misogynistic males that I encountered in the corporate work-place were far more than compensated for by the men who recognised my ability and actively encouraged and championed me.
In one American multinational company, where I worked in the UK HQ of their international corporate audit team, I was the only woman in the department (other than the extremely competent and delightful secretary), and in the history of the department, I was the only member of the department to be invited to work in the company’s worldwide HQ in the US. The invitation was considered a great honour, but I declined it, as I was not prepared to move to the US to live.
I undertook my three accountancy qualifications in Australia as a young woman, and back then there were few women in the accountancy profession, either in Australia or the UK.
On one accountancy course, I was the only female in my year for all three years. On another of the accountancy courses I undertook, only 10% of students in the faculty were female, and none of the faculty staff members were female. On another of the accountancy courses I undertook (yes, I am a bit of a course junky, forever taking courses in all sorts of things!), I think the figure must have been less than 10% female (perhaps circa 5%), though I never heard or saw any statistics for that course – that was the Institute of Chartered Accountants in Australia’s own course, which was a post-graduate course.
In the firm of chartered accountants that I worked for in Perth, Australia, before moving to the UK, I was the first lady accountant that the firm had ever employed, so there were no guidelines or precedents for me to follow regarding workplace appearance (make-up, clothing, jewellery, hairstyle)! Accordingly, I made up my own rules. On any occasion where I felt in need of a second opinion, such as whether a particularly nice designer denim shirt dress was suitable for the office, I used my mother as a sounding board. One of the secretaries (female!) had seen it in a bag at the office after I purchased it that lunchtime, and said to me that I could not wear denim to work, the partners of the firm would not allow it. As it was a particularly beautiful designer shirt dress, made from top quality cotton, with a smart business-like cut, my mother said to me that she thought the secretary was just jealous of the dress, and that the partners would have no problem with it. My mother was right. I looked very smart and business-like in the dress, and there were no complaints.
I always felt sorry for all the men in the accountancy profession having to wear drab suits to work, while I was free to wear clothes that were were suited to the weather, such as light cotton dresses and sandals in summer.
In Perth back then, there was a convention that in summer, male chartered accountants could dress down, and, instead of wearing a business suit, they could wear smart dress shorts (which came to a bit above the knee), with a smart shirt, tie, smart knee socks and smart leather shoes, if they were visiting a client’s office and knew (for certain!) that the client would be wearing dress shorts rather than a suit in their office.
Accordingly, when the weather was particularly hot, my colleagues in Perth would have to engage in surreal discreet conversations with clients (who were invariably men) about what they would be wearing the following day, while I happily wore smart cotton dresses – or skirts and blouses – with sandals, that were perfectly suited to the hot weather.
When I moved to England and worked for KPMG (then known as Peat Marwick Mitchell & Co), there were a few other women in the office, but no guidelines were ever given or even hinted at. It was a subject that was not ever discussed; we each independently chose business-like clothing that was suited to the weather. In winter, as it can get very cold in England, I would wear smart tweed woolen skirts in winter, with matching smart cardigans, white blouses and a colourful designer silk scarf, and smart, knee high ladies leather boots. In summer, I would wear smart cotton dresses and sandals, as I had in Australia.
Peat Marwick Mitchell & Co (now KPMG) were at the time the number 1 firm of chartered accountants in the world (in terms of both worldwide revenue and prestige – the Queen being their most famous client) and there was a rigid dress code for the men; a black or grey business suit (never any other colour, other than possibly a very occasional dark navy!), with pin strips being favoured. The suit was always teamed with a white shirt, business-like tie, dark socks and black leather shoes. The bowler hat had been jettisoned before I arrived in England, thank goodness!
On one occasion while I was working for the firm, I heard that an article clerk working for the firm, a very nice young Chinese fellow with excellent dress sense, was pulled aside and ticked off for having the temerity to wear to work a very smart jacket and a pair of very smart trousers, with a white shirt and a tie. He looked exceptionally smartly dressed, and to my eyes looked perfectly professional, but his crime was that his very smart jacket and very smart trousers did not constitute a business suit! That reinforced my view of the unfairness of the double-standards in operation within the accountancy profession, regarding attire, with women being given hugely preferential treatment.
One time I went to a new client of Peat Marwick Mitchell, to flowchart the operations in his business (document flows, controls, procedures . . .), and the client expressed himself astonished that I was a lady auditor. He was perfectly polite, respectful and cooperaive, but he explained to me that not only had he never before encountered a lady auditor, he had never even been aware of the existence of lady auditors, and had assumed that it was a male-only profession! LOL! He was awed rather than misogynistic, bless him!
A while ago, KPMG suggested doing a write-up on me (as an Alumni doing unusual things) in their in-house magazine. I will probably agree to this at some point, and tie the article in with the launch of one of my books. IF all goes to plan [and I am very conscious of the saying “The best laid plans of mice and men . . .!], I am hoping to have two of my books completed and ready for publication next year, and another one completed and ready for publication either at the end of next year or some time during 2020. All being well, I anticipate a stream of books being completed by me and published in the next few years, on a variety of subjects.
How times have changed – these days when I attend events that KPMG invite me to, there are numerous other women present as professionals, ie., accountants, IT specialists etc.! This reminds me that there is an email in my intray today from KPMG, awaiting my attention.
The videos and material exposing these dreadful poisonous contrails get better and better. Most of us have seen these persistent trials after planes have passed and may have wondered what they are. It is my business to know about such things but I do realise there are those who may not have joined the dots and realised what is going on. Please watch this film, it is not long, and it will be an eye opener to you.
After many days of sweat, toil, sleepless nights my toil with the website I was developing is coming to an end. Let no one tell you that building sites is easy. The formula may be simple but what you need probably does not exactly fit in with what you are offered in terms of templates, even with plug-ins to choose from. It does require imagination, experience and hard work and taking a few hard knocks where you think nothing is going to go right by the designated date.
When I think that I recently I had engaged someone in Romania to do this software writing job in a day or so it was quite clear that both myself and the person who offered to do the site was naive in the extreme. In future I will allow twice the time I think I need, or want to believe I need, and get a better result. It really is the difference between chalk and cheese were there you get on well with someone, or whether they are doing the job mechanically without any interest in it apart from earning money.
It is one of the benefits of having visitors that you revisit places that you have been to before but see it with new eyes. We took our visitors to one of our favourite restaurants and was greeted by the affable proprietor, Paul, who puts his heart and soul into the business and I honestly believe that the vibrations going to the walls because there are some places that are eating establishments with no atmosphere, and there are other places where you feel welcome when you walk in the door and this was one of those. This was a day when we celebrated the new Beaujolais. The four of us then went to visit a wood, a delightful unspoilt place which had been bought by a group of people determined to save it.
I’m currently troubled by a bloating feeling in my stomach. As I get older, my body is less forgiving of me throwing food and drink at it in any order. I’m going to have to stop acting like a teenager and take far more care with my food. There is no actual pain in the stomach or tender areas but just the discomfort of the bloating. Samuel Pepys, my exemplar for writing this diary, suffered far more than I did whether it was diseases of his own making if I can tactfully put it that way but he found the strength to go on so he is in this sense a good example.
I don’t want to run to the doctor every ten minutes so a regime of self discipline and moderation will be the theme for the next period.
I am currently preoccupied by my preparation for working on a membership based networking website. The person who I look to to give me encouragement is being very difficult to get hold of in terms of responding to text messages and emails. There may be a good explanation but I realise that although I’m basically a self-sufficient person, I do need encouragement from time to time otherwise I tend to fear the worst. Probably a little bit of paranoia and impatience thrown in. It doesn’t help very much.
I continue to be disgusted by the obvious fraudulent nature of fires in Northern California. Rows of houses suddenly catching fire and the temperatures involved were twice the normal levels in a wood based fire. In case you don’t believe me, have a look at a video of one of my sites I subscribe to.
….Scientific papers exist on the use of electrical fields for combustion synthesis in metals and there’s no doubt that focused microwaves or masers are used in DEWs. When you apply microwaves to metals, the oxygen released functions as an accelerant to feed a fire in what’s called “microwave-assisted combustion synthesis”. Significantly, you can’t do this with trees because there’s no metal in trees to create the oxidizing agent to fuel a self-sustaining fire.
Douglas Gabriel interviews Robert Otey, who barely survived the November 6th Camp Fire with his three dogs in the fire near Paradise, CA and whose harrowing video and descriptions of his escape are shared here. Many of his neighbors didn’t make it……
An interesting couple of days. I’ve been working very hard getting a new website up and running but realised that I was doing things in the wrong order. I was making assumptions about my client group, the people who I hope will use my service, and I’ve decided that instead of aiming to have a full working website in the hope of dazzling people, to get people’s permission and their views before proceeding further.
This may be a bit obvious but I do very much tend to get caught up in great enthusiasm thinking that surely everyone must find my idea attractive when in fact there are a myriad factors which may prevent take off of my idea. It may be for example that the timing is wrong. I have been pressurizing my good friend Terry who is very good at WordPress but I’ve decided now we take it easy and so I give myself a couple of extra weeks to think about things until the key meeting which takes place on the 2nd of December.
As I’ve taken the pressure of myself, there is a strange calm and almost a vacuum and I found myself wandering around like an unemployed person. However, relatives are here and this is a good time to sit and veg out in front of the TV.
After four years, my all in one printer has come to the end of its life. It complains about non-existent paper jams, busily prints something and doesn’t actually make marks on the paper, and is generally unreliable. I think I paid all of £75 for it so I’ve had reasonable value for money. I have looked around for and selected another printer for the princely sum of £29. Part of the reason for the low price is that it is not wireless. It is well known that the printers are sold at rock bottom price because the customer is bound in to spending money on inks. It is unwise to buy a printer unless you check how much the inks are. For example if you have to pay £25 for a set of inks or say £15 for one large black one, you may want to look around and find a printer model that offers a better price. The one I have found offers a set of 5 printer cartridges for about £10.
So for once, I felt like going out for breakfast. We are preparing for the arrival of my sister and brother-in-law to stay for a few days and Francoise is in the kitchen making bread so I’ve decided to go off to The Hub which is a little restaurant come library comes social club in the middle of Paulton. The emergence as a social club happened organically. Every morning, people congregate, up to a dozen in number, for a chat. These are people of senior age and from what I can gather most of them live on their own. What a delightful and free facility.
I get a good 11 piece breakfast for £5.50 including unlimited coffee which can’t be bad in anyone’s language. Service is variable but I believe they are volunteers so I’m not complaining too much and anyway, free copies of the local papers are available for a quick scoot through.
On my way out I saw the quite respectable commemoration of the end of WWI. This war was caused by an enormous psyops movement started by the Rothschilds, and Cecil Rhodes of South Africa, one of the Rothschild’s great fans. They formed a secret cabal that took over the press in the relevant countries in order to demonize Germany and blame everything on them rather like they’re doing with Russia in today’s world. the USA has started 42 Wars since World War II, and each one was based on a lie. The factors that war makes money and WWI was no exception. My rule of thumb is, if there is money and power involved the relevant news items are either a downright lie or a cover up for a lie
Folks I do not often rant and rave to the local paper but in this case the feeling was viscreal. We had our annual Midsomer Norton Carnival. This is my impression of ‘Disguisted of Tunbridge Wells’.
Although the weather was not very clement, my wife and I decided to go along and support the local Carnival. The first vehicle made its appearance at a little after 8:15, later than advertised, and then alas it was all downhill from there. The first float consisted of a van, behind which were number of young girls dancing. There was then a gap, the first of many as we were to discover.
An ambulance appeared followed by a fire engine followed by a coach from a local coach company. The Fire Engine turned on its sirens from time to time. I found the loud sounds in a confined space disturbing and not celebratory (my problem I must admit). Perhaps they were complaining that they had not moved.
I looked in vain up Silver Street to see if I could spot any more floats. Eventually, one turned up, again very slowly followed by another, then another gap.
I went to a coffee shop close to where the library used to be, drank a cup of coffee and decided to push up the High Street to see what the problem was. To give you some idea of how slow the procession was, I overtook the first float. We walked back down the high street and found a traffic jam. The people on the float were trying to maintain momentum and I do admire them for that but after staring at the same float jam for 10 minutes I decided that enough was enough and we left – along with a stream of other people.
If there was anyone in charge, it was not evident. Surely it is common sense that if the first float goes at a snails pace then there is a cumulative effect down the queue is so to speak but why in spite of this were the floats held back?
After so many years, there should have been enough experience of carnivals to know how to do it properly but after this shambolic performance I fear that the already thinner crowd will be even more sparse next year.
Such a pity for the good causes and thanks to the many volunteers for their part.
So it’s about about 10 in the morning. I switched on the TV knowing that the coverage in the Cenotaph in London would start soon. The BBC are pretty good at ceremonial occasions. They may be biased at politics and give the new World Order people an easy time but this is not the day for that.
In our main street at Midsomer Norton there is a WWI memorial and when we arrived there were about 200 people gathered around and there were the sounds of a band playing. One or two dogs barked a little bit but I found everyone very well behaved including the children who really didn’t have a clue what it was all about.
Home to lunch and then I watch the amazing service in Westminster Abbey, full of Dignity, very well chosen words and music and not too long. This evening we have an example of colourised record of movie film during the First World War.
On my own personal front, I could really relax knowing that my AV friends website is being worked on by someone I know. I discovered how to make a QR code for this site. It enables anyone with a suitable mobile to photograph the site and it comes up immediately on their screen.
As many of you know I am a lover of South Africa so it saddens me to see such videos. I have visited under various auspices this rainbow country 20 times. I doubt if I shall return though I miss it.
I came across this video today and have no hesitation in putting it in my diary. It is armistice weekend where such matters are topical to put it mildly.
Near Death Experience. PRIVATE JET CRUSH SURVIVOR. MEETS GOD. Skydiver Mickey Robinson. Heaven & Hell.
On a thoroughly wet Saturday morning – off to Wells. In the precincts of the Cathedral, a chance for the public to ‘plant’ their own poppies.
Back home, and a great feeling of relief knowing that my new website AVpeople.net is in good hands. It is 100x better to meet with the person who is doing the job.
The evenings are drawing in sooner now, so an excuse to light the fire and have a hot soup with toasted bread.
We were trying to decide whether to go to the local church service, all Saints in Paulton or go to a talk about Mediterranean plants at the Clutton Garden Society. I’m very glad we chose the former. It was raining cats and dogs and I in my pessimism I expected to see about half a dozen people but I found a church full of people. We arrived 10 minutes early but were one of the last and had to find seats at the back.
It was not a church service as such but a celebration of the Spirit of WWI, the singing of many well-known songs, ” pack up your troubles in your old kit bag” and such like. There was dancing, a nod to the contribution of America and France, and a very jolly occasion but at the same time I minutes silence to commemorate the dead. There followed poems and stories.
I noticed that one man in his 80s was overcome with emotion and left a church at a critical time coughing and spluttering. I wonder how many unresolved emotional memories there are lurking around people of a certain age.
There is no question, the community at least in our part of the world is alive and kicking. As I may have mentioned, our vicar who recently left was not as popular as I thought. Only 12 people are going to his new parish to see his inauguration. When he first came to the church 16 years ago he pronounced that he didn’t like old people He did not see them as talented and creative individuals who had made a big contribution.
One qualified professional person said that he was suffering from Aspergers Syndrome. That would explain why the mood at the coffee last Tuesday was so good, people are relieved to see him go. I said to one congregant that when he wore dark glasses he reminded me of Dracula and she said that gave her shivers up her spine. Anyway some people love him so hey who are we to judge?
Such were my thoughts as we departed to the car on a rainy and windswept evening.
This is one of those rare days when I have nothing to do, nor do I have any drive to do anything in particular. However, there is something that inexorably beckons. There is no question, the clutter in my bungalow has been getting greater and greater and today was the day that I chose to go through everything in my bulging cupboards and drawers and weed out those things that I do not need. There is no doubt about it, I find it very difficult to throw anything away on the grounds that I might need it some time. However I do draw the line at something that has no use because my lifestyle has changed, that no longer works and would cost too much time and effort to get it working, or something that is a duplicate or in the wrong place i.e. should be taken to the recycle.
I have divided my retained possessions into two parts. I have thrown away those the day will not want and I have put to the side things that I might want and I have put to the front things that I will use if not on a daily but a weekly basis. I find the whole thing quite disturbing but therapeutic at the same time. This morning I have reduced 5 shelves of clutter to 1 1/2 shelves and I’m now preparing myself to go through a lot of redundant paperwork going back years and throwing out what I don’t need. The taxman requires 7 years of records but I think that as I’m retired and just do a little bit here and there, the taxman is going to be very bothered with me.
I took a vacuum cleaner and a duster to all the surfaces and I must say the whole room feels a bit brighter. My next goal will be to clear out our very large attic which basically consists of my history, things that I used to do in the past and loved, and it is the same for Francoise. She used to do photography and has lots of lovely equipment going back to the days before digital.
I have been trying without success to find someone to do a decent job on my WordPress embryonic website which is needed in about 3 weeks time to demonstrate to a conference. The first person was from Romania and he seemed to have some sort of psychological problem which prevented him from concentrating so he would make vague promises and not keep them, he would disappear for a couple of days doing something else and not tell me, and when I got the first example of his work which was a website or supposed to be a website, it was not functional. I’m in the process of getting a refund. You always take a risk when the communication is impersonal. The guy from Romania thought I was from the United States for some strange reason so this does diminish the likelihood that personal service will be given.
The second time I used PeoplePerHour which is a good service that I’ve used before, but again the guy who promised to come back to me has not done so or has not done the work that I needed fairly urgently. In desperation I rang Terry, who normally services my computer and I found that he does WordPress, having given up on HTML about 10 years ago. I’m due to see him tomorrow so hopefully he will solve the problem. I did think of using Facebook as a type of forum for the professional group but I’m designing the website for but Facebook is so compromised and the algorithms are so insensitively applied that I think Facebook is a dying force now.
We need to get used to the fact that everything we say, write or do is recorded somewhere. Every single computer has a back door so if people want to spy on us there is nothing to stop them doing so. In addition, if we are in London, we probably get photographed 40 or 50 times a day without even knowing it so I feel the idea of privacy is an illusion.
Forbidden Knowledge is a site that I have been with for many years now. This video which lasts 9:10 sums up the situation in the world as well as any I have seen. Although it was only published 17 Oct 2018 there have been 856,640 views (13:48 8 Nov 2018 +0 GMT). When I had finished viewing, the numbers were 856,714 views. THAT is viral. There is an exquisite balance between doom and hope. Enjoy and drink it in.
This man I LOVE. His mind is so clear and he does not take any non-sense. If you have even a fraction of 1:42:13 to listen to this lively contest then think what society would be like if instead of people staring at their mobile phones all the time they actually conversed.
I do not like conflict. I like everyone to work in harmony, understand each other, and achieve a common result. Full stop in the last couple of days I would have had to deal with someone in Romania whom I hired to develop my website. We were supposed to talk on Sunday but he had a problem, evidently and wanted to talk on Monday but since early Monday I’ve heard nothing from him. I have written an email, sent a message and a Skype message and he still does not seem to want to respond. I get very nervous when people maintain silence. It’s absolutely fine if something has happened to them and they cannot proceed for whatever reason which case for goodness sake tell me so I know what to expect.
This chap is about to lose his contract which by UK terms is not a huge amount but by Romanian standards it’s probably quite respectable and he does not appear to understand the most basic the rules of dealing with a client which is that you keep them in the picture. Without any form of contact from his side there’s nothing much I can do except possibly go to get the money that I paid back from my bank but then this would probably cause complications with the intermediary who has presumably paid him some of the money.
One of the reasons I became self-employed over 40 years ago was that I was in control of my own destiny and I may have made a less than brilliant job but at least I have no one but myself to blame when things go wrong. I got quite a good initial impression of this guy but he has not delivered so I’m going to have to give the job to someone else and spend some more money.
The question is, how much ‘benefit of the doubt’ do I give anyone. How am I supposed to know what’s going on in their life? People actually have to tell me. I don’t think that’s unreasonable. Anyway I will leave the whole thing till later on this evening because I did ask him to speak to me today so if he doesn’t speak then the deal is off and it is as simple as that.
The English know how to do their arboretums. We left our B&B, strangely without saying goodbye to our host of the past 2 days and went off for a breakfast in Horsham. There has been so much building work in Horsham that Google Maps have not been able to keep up with them but we found our breakfast place, which had been recommended, in South Street which is in the historical centre of this town.
It was interesting when we went in at about 9:30 on a Sunday morning. The staff were talking together and instead of greeting us nodded in the direction of the tables and told us to sit down. They then continued chatting. We received impersonal service but the food was good. It reminded me that many people work a 7 day week and get totally exhausted. In effect, the job is running them and not the other way around. The manageress had very large false eye lashes and from her accent was Italian.
We went on to Winkworth arboretum and had a wonderful walk around. Because the weather was clement there were many people strolling around with their families; I have the urge to get away from screaming children of whom there were many, but nothing took away from the beauty of the reds, the yellows, the greens, the browns of the trees in full autumnal splendor.
I had set my GPS to do ‘no motorways’ on our way back to Somerset and it obliged us with a wonderful route via the A3, the A303, and then back to Midsomer via Frome where we filled up with gloriously cheap ASDA petrol (10p/l off normal).
On the way down we passed a fairly non-descript village of Shrewton. A sign caught my eye ‘coffee and cake served from 12 to 3 Sundays’. Instinct told me to follow it and we ended up at Shrewton Methodist Church hall. Actually it was a church which doubled as a church hall.
We had lovely cake and coffee. I congratulated the servers, saying that I had never come across a Methodist church, or come to that a church of any denomination, who offered such a service on a Sunday afternoon. I spoke to a very nice lady who happened to be a minister and said how impressed I was by the atmosphere of the building and that when I entered, I felt blessed without knowing quite why. It really cheered me see tables of people talking and speaking together.
In all, the weekend was a great success. The weather was kind to us, but the prices in Horsham were extraordinary. I had a large glass of rose wine and Francoise had a small glass of red wine in an ordinary pub and the total was £10.50. Maybe these are London prices but I get spoiled, as being in Somerset we get better value for money. I must say the whole of Horsham reeks of affluence. We stayed as a guest (AirBNB) in a four bedroom house and the price was £425k so that was quite a mortgage in my estimation. I estimate that if you had to borrow £400k over 25 years the monthly repayment would be around £2,500 p.m. I can guess where our rental went to.
Today I attended a day conference about 5G, smart meters, and asking the question, why is Wi-Fi still allowed in schools. It was at a delightful place called Sedgwick Park House, Horsham, which is an amazing Georgian style pile well away from any electromagnetic signals.
I myself are becoming more and more bothered by these killer radiations and I know you think I may be exaggerating but already, cancer levels are rising in direct proportion to the prevalence of 4G and 5G radiation which is a new type of microwave radiation designed to be universally used for communications, for example to enable the download a DVD in 3 seconds. That’s what they say to the public, but in fact it is used to SPY on any activity in the homes. It get worse than that but I want you to continue reading this diary. The price we all have to pay however is that your whole body is radiated.
I’m just going to give a summary of some of the points and meanwhile as a participant I’m so glad that the whole day will be on a DVD so I can study the whole thing in depth. There is no way anyone can write fast enough to record all the points. Although the sun in our solar system gives out 100 times as much radiation as mobile phones the main difference is that signal sent out by an antenna is polarized in other words they either go up and down or side to side and this means that they have a far greater penetrating effect than generalized sunlight for example which is unpolarised.
5G will cause not only the biology of humans to suffer, but also plants, trees and insects. I was just reading in the paper about an experiment in The Hague, Holland where after a new 5G antenna was installed, hundreds of birds simply fell down dead. Neither us nor animals have any defence against microwaves; I do recall a rather grizzly experiment in Israel where they had developed a microwave weapon which they tuned in or pointed towards a bus full of people and turned it on full volume so to speak. The result was that rather like being in a microwave oven, everybody perished as the water in them was evaporated. They all died of course but the experiment was considered to be a success.
Because microwaving removes the water from people, there is a technical term but let’s call it aquatic damage, the two parts of the body particularly vulnerable to this are the eyes and the kidneys so it is quite likely that if and when 5G comes on to a street near you we will see an increase in blindness and in renal failure. This is going to happen worldwide and it is quite amazing, you could call it a supreme act of folly, that the corporations are so fixed on profit that they don’t realise that the very 5G they’re going to make so much money from will also kill them.
Classification of damage: If the DNA is affected then cancer is a probable result. If there is cell death then degenerative diseases such as Parkinsons or Alzheimers is a proabability.
Smart meters are bad enough because they pulse information about everything going on in the house every 20 seconds and if you are unlucky enough to have one the other side of the wall you will suffer from nosebleeds, sleeplessness, headaches, and a variety of other opportunistic diseases. If anyone approaches you on the phone and tells you you have to have a smart Meter, this is completely untrue, a complete lie, because they want to get the necessary sales figures. They will tell you anything they can think of e.g. your meter is redundant. However, once the smart meter is installed, they can switch it on and off at any time, in effect control your household use. They can also charge more at key times of the day for example between 4 p.m. and 8 p.m.
Professor Martin Powell PhD was the most pessimistic of all the speakers and felt that within between 5 and 7 years, there will be a crash and burn threat to combined brain function in other words communication, a crash and burn to the reproductive systems of people and finally a crash and burn to the gene pool of DNA.
I just wonder how long it will take before people wake up to this terminal disaster for human beings. This puts tobacco and asbestos in the shade.
If anyone has a smart meter or uses their mobile phone, you can minimise the deleterious effects by first of all not allowing a smart meter in to the house in the first place and if you have one, getting it removed which you can do by writing the correct letter. Remember, smart meter radiations amount to an assault.
To mobile phone users, keep your phone as far away from you as possible and never sleep with it in the same room because at night, the body is far more vulnerable to the waves coming from the phone. The phone makes periodic attempts to reach the transmitting station and the further you are away from the station the more the power the phone has to use and therefore the more the potential damage to the biological system. If you can possibly use wired instead of Wi-Fi internet that will be great. But then this is available on the Internet. Anyone who wants to read can just type in the relevant terms e.g. smart meter damage. My site is the largest on the planet for such things in terms of information from many sources. It’s even better than Google because Google’s algorithms have a nasty way of hiding information they don’t want you to see, in other words, false news or so-called false news.
The lectures themselves were very interesting but what really disturbed me was the behaviour of the conference chairman who had no idea how to chair. His time keeping was hopeless. The first ’40 minute’ lecture ran for an hour and so there were no time for questions. He had not helped his cause by saying ” my name is Stuart, that’s all you need to know”. Because the subject matter is difficult and anxiety making it is more important that the chairman plays a key role in maintaining the morale and the shape of the meeting. Stuart clearly regarded us as a bit of a nuisance because he said ‘I don’t want to waste my energy coming round gathering people together after the breaks’ I thought this was really rude. I decided to keep my mouth shut because I don’t think it would have achieved anything but I spoke to a colleague afterwards saying that I think this chap is better off not doing chairman type work. I was told that he was ‘a very nice chap actually, but sometimes the words come out the wrong way. That must be the understatement of the year.
We left in the dark about 6 pm and went off to Horsham to try and find a place that could serve us some food. Everywhere was full, full to bursting, so we ended up buying some soup, olives, bread and bits and pieces and we had them at our B&B. It is easy to spend a fortune on a Saturday night or any night come to that. A meal out for two would have been about £40 and we were already eating into our budget (no pun intended) quite substantially.
Wisley. My goodness, this Wisley is an ever-growing multi-million-pound venture, the Crown Jewel of the Royal Horticultural Society. Since I visited about 6 years ago I think buildings have been demolished, normally because they were no longer fit for purpose, and new buildings are springing up and there are plans for others. There is no satisfying the public interest in this amazing facility and it will go from strength to strength I am sure. Apples given away to encourage us to try new varieties.