It was Amanda who did my eye injection on this occasion. I now go every 2 months to the hospital maybe for reasons of economy. I do appreciate feedback on how my eyes all going but I don’t get that consultation come out just the treatment which I suppose is better than nothing.

It was a rainy day when I set off for the hospital. I’m getting more and more intolerant of (or is it sympathetic towards) people who wear masks and just today I listened to a very good video about the fact that people have become hypnotized and controlled through the incessant publicity of the mainstream media. This adds to my feeling it is a waste of time to try and engage on an intellectual discussion with people who are wearing masks or going to have their vaccinations.

On my way to the hospital I witnessed two sad situations. There was a man who didn’t seem to have a throat. He could only speak when he pressed a button hidden beneath a scarf around his neck. Even then I could not understand what he was saying.  I just nodded politely and he gave up after a couple of efforts.

In the hospital itself, I was aware of someone shouting and I realized that this was a seriously disturbed young man who could not even speak words. All he could manage was grunting and shouting at intervals. His parents and particularly his mother tussled his hair so lovingly. I cannot believe that the parents have the energy to put up with this on a 24/7 basis.

A small event but someone with a mask on tried to smile at me (probably out of force of habit) but the impact was minimal for obvious reasons. Why when there are so many studies showing that masks are useless indeed dangerous do people continue with them. I regard them as a sign of submission and no more.

I saw in the papers that Boris out Prime Minister plans to extend the lockdown until July. This is the kiss of death. How many furious MP’s will it take to change his mind.

I did my usual walk around the art works and features.