So many things to do


I am listening to a Finnish video “Something in the air – The cell phone radiation documentary”.  Youtube have an evil way of keeping our attention. They keep a record of all that we have watched and tempt us to continue by introducing videos in the same genre.

There are normally 8 hours in a working day. Mine are – on and off – about 10 hours most of which are spent in front of the computer.  My day is not that different at week-ends save we tend to go out more on at leat one day. We aim to attend the ‘Stand in the Park’ informal meetings at 10 am on Sundays.

From the practical point of view I do not have to do gardening but I like to keep my current account topped up and physical exercise is good for us both.  The Powers that Be are trying to starve us into submission through a combination of food shortages, steep increase in prices of food, increased taxes on the price of gas (petrol) not to mention council tax and travel by train.

With gardening it is difficult to estimate what the job can charge. Everyone has different circumstances but some claim that they cannot afford something when in fact they just don’t like spending money.  I state a price that I prepared to work for and if it is too much then I leave the job.   I do not accept money until the customer says they are happy with what we (Francoise and I) have done.

Francoise’s’ french passport has run out. She can only renew it by visiting one of the consulates in UK of which there are two, London and Edinburgh.  There are currently 250,000 people waiting for appointments in London. You have to enter their rather badly designed website, look at the calendar, and gap a slot when it becomes available. Due to the pressure, slots remain unfilled for only a few seconds.    (Updates happen daily between 11 and 12 am). It is a nerve-wracking experience. The earliest offer was late June but that disappeared. the second one was mid July and that disappeared also. Its a bit like an auction. There is no allowance for delay.

My stomach continues to give problems.   For some reason my beloved home made bread is the main culprit. the offending item is barley. I might as well swallow poison. The results drain my energy. I survive by taking sodium bicarbonate and putting a hot water bottle on my stomach.

I am also interested in the latest healing methods. How many have heard of the med bed? This is a pleadians inspired technology. Try this. ‘Everything MED BEDS’. Be prepared to be amazed.

I do need to look after my body which includes regular walks, treatments, meditations even – anything to keep my humanity at full strength.  I await the future fear mongering embodied in the Monkey-pox manufactured and weaponized by the powers that be.  I hope enough people will recognize it for what it is – a complete scam to justify lockdowns and yet more vaccinations and top ups.

Garden and allotment duties keep me occupied also. Not everyone maintains their plot and I have to chide them. No one likes to do this but if they dont respond to emails or phone calls I have to up the pressure. Fortunately I am not seeking popularity. Someone has to do it.

From my research point of view there are so many papers to read in addition to the daily news inflow that I have to catalogue and enter into my web site if appropriate.

Saturday evening – I am tired, or is it fatigued?


I escaped to our allotment today – anything to make a change from my four walls / computer screen. You may ask – why not walk away? The topic is so fascinating that I cannot wait to see the next chapter of the book of death. By that I mean the death of the human society through lies, bribery, evil of the utmost extreme. You think I am kidding? Watch out for the food shortages which are already hitting us but mainly intended for Africa to kill vast numbers of useless eater through starvation.

Monday morning I leave on my own to spend time with friends, the group I have known for 40 years, and relax. There are topic to be discussed which have arisen and I hope I can deal with them with equanimity.

Someone from the UK won the Euro lotto -a record £186m. If I win I have already worked out what I would do with it. I would give large amounts away and spend the rest on social change and improvement.

Yesterday was the first day of The Bath Festival which lasts a week. There were many – about 60 – musical groups of all types. The quality was variable but everyone was out enjoying themselves. A find that all food and drink is priced way over the top but hey it is an occasion and the money is well earned by those willing to take a risk.  The weather was clear if a little windy.

I went to one of the participating churches ‘St Michael Without’ which was more like a restaurant . there were easy chairs, a servery at the back offering food and drink. Yes, I could tell it was a church because there was an alter. Noisy musicians play at their peril – and the peril of the audience. There are two factors – the acoustics and the echo. Churches are designed for sacred music and for the single voice -sung or spoken.  Everything else like a jazz band is a horrible mess sound-wise.   We escaped to Queen Square and Parade gardens to listen to more music.

We parked at the Odd Down Park and Ride and bused into town. The last bus back is 00.08 so you can have a long evening if you so choose.

More trouble with the neighbours


So we turn up for day two of the Paulton job. It is a joy to do it but there is a certain lingering of the husband of the customer who died 10 years ago.

We had much to burn so started the bonfire about 11am. The wind was fickle and changed direction in an  unpredictable way.  We heard a shout over the back fence. The woman was incoherent but basically said ‘everyone has their washing hanging out and will have to put it away while you have your fire. You should have the fire after 6pm.  I retorted that the 6pm rule was a myth and that there were no fixed hours for having bonfires. Our local authority asks for reasonable consideration of others (fair enough).

My client went upstairs and said that no one had washing hanging out.   The husband of the complainant then came  round and complained again, trying to use moderate language. (my client is 82 y. old).  They had a lively discussion. My client said others complained about the activities of her grand children so why not adapt. She said that her fires were very rare.  The neighbor to our right offered to support us. The neighbor to the left is a misery, the wife as bad as the husband. The ones opposite were also unpleasant. They said they would report me to the authorities.  I invited them to do so.

It strikes me how boring and meaningless people’s lives are  that they cannot adapt to a small amount of smoke for a couple of hours. Our work was put back so we will have to resume Monday afternoon.

As on Thursday the weather was perfect, even hot, and I drank three cups of tea and then one whole pint of water. Someone said we lose a liter of water an hour during hot weather.

Back home to flop in front of the TV (I suppose it would be foolish to flop behind it). I made a wok of rice, shrimps, mixed vegetables, soy sauce and 3 eggs. It went down well though I admit I stuffed myself.

We shall finally return Monday 2pm to do the bonfire.  Not a lot of money but enough for the gas/elect bill, petrol and the Sky Internet,phone, landline bill.  I wonder what the bills will be in 2025 when they abolish landlines.

A gardening job with difficult neighbours


We went to do a garden clearing job for a fellow congregant who owns a house in Paulton.  It is a lovely job. Since the passing of her husband ten years ago the garden has not been tended and has become overgrown. The lawn had become a field and all the bushes were over run with ivy and brambles.

We reckon there is about 24 hours work. At a rough guide, you need one day of remedial work per year of abandonment of a garden. We wanted to make a bonfire and here our situation became interesting.  I went to the neighbor on the right as I noticed that there was washing hanging out. That belonged to her daughter and she pro,ised that the washing would be removed. She commented that she did not like bonfires. It was not what she said but the dismissive way she said it. Maybe she does not think much of workers in general.

We lit the fire and it poured out a fair amount of smoke. The neighbor the other side spoke to me over the fence and said that I am not allowed to have bonfires until after 6pm.   This I know is not correct and I told him so. He raised his voice and said that he knew the rules. He clearly did not. I typed in BANES (local council) bonfire times. The first response –It is a common misconception that bonfires must be held after certain hours….

I carried on the fire. He later said that if I did not put it out he would spray the hose on it. I did call him some names. Not nasty ones – I think I called him a sad individual that should be happier – something like that.  He did get his hose out and made a half hearted attempt to spray the fire but the pressure was weak and the attempt flopped. I never saw him again.  My customer told me that he complains about everything – the grand children playing for example. Some are so bitter they are not happy unless they are grumbling about something.

Anyway we did 10 hours between us and will return Saturday to do some more. The weather was lovely with blue sky and a slight wind. Not much rain has fallen which means that the field experiment recently referred to stands a danger of failing without a water supply.

The North Somerset Show


It is in Failand, somewhat South West of Bristol. We set off at 9am and soon encountered monumental traffic jams. We moved one car’s length at a time down a side lane and it took 30 minutes to reach the main road.  I decided to leave the car and walk the mile or so to the show gates. I arrived 20 minutes before the car with its two occupants.

The problem with shows is that the quality and variety of the show depends on the rental charged. There should be two rates – one for community groups and one for commercial groups.  The latter held sway. The coffee bars, Cornish pasties,  Chinese food purveyors attracted long queues throughout the day and certainly made money.  I do not know why it is a one day show when like the Bath and Best show it could have easily been three days. By giving a lower rate to community and religious groups more colour could have been included.

It costs as much in foxed costs to hold a one day show as everything has to be hired and dismantled at the end. The charge for a family was £45. For adults it was £19. So the public, the exhibitors and the trial participants have to pay. I felt that £15 would have been more acceptable.

However there was plant do do. Features included horse and dog trials, and sheep and  cow competitions. There was a noisy drag competition where tractors had to pull a heavy load. Very noisy specially built tractors (or were at one point). Farmers are a special breed. They are inevitably tall and well built and have a certain stance that means that you don’t think of messing with them.

I have a new app on my Android  phone which shows the identity codes of mobile phones in the vicinity.  It can also detect people who have been vaccinated if there are significant amounts of graphene in their system. The maximum number in the range was 161. I do not do well being blasted by microwaves at the best of time.  I mitigated this by going without shoes for the 2.5 hour duration of our visit. It certainly enabled my body to drain away some of the effects.

We left around 2pm and people were still coming in. We visited the previously written Rockaway Park and enjoyed the trip back to the 1970’s.

Home to more Lasagna and chat. I introduced my guest to Long Island Medium’ where the medium gives public demonstrations on the reality of life after death.

An early night. We went to bed at 10 pm and slept through.

Glastonbury – Beltane and more on this Mayday (not M’aidez)


The celebrations started at sunrise or what would have been sunrise had we been able to see it. Dancing round the maypole and the like started 7.30 am. Celebrations were held all over the town.

We arrived about 9.30 am. We were joined by a visiting friend from Peterborough.  Sometimes you meet people and there is an obvious ‘click’. You have not met them before but they are familiar to you. No instructions are necessary. You just carry on from where you left off, whenever that was. This was the case with our friend.

We spent some time in the Chalice Well Garden itself where there was entertainment by way of singing and dancing. A plentiful supply of coffee and snacks was on offer.  People as ever were very approachable and I had half a dozen meaningful conversations. One was with an astrologer and writer, another with a dancer, and another from an Estonian lady who I complimented on her demeanor and happiness. Another had headgear in the shape of a ram.

We walked round the town introducing our friend to the main sites and sounds of the unique High Street. We then came across a number of druids, with their faces painted green a la the famous Green Man of old. We returned to Chalice Well for the midday celebration and had a quiet period of meditation for the welfare of the planet and its consciousness.

We finished our visit by a drink at the King Henry, one of the community establishments where it is a genuine pleasure to enter and mingle with like-minded people.

It requires several visits to Glastonbury to appreciate even a small fraction of what goes on.   We did not attempt the Tor as our friend’s back was stiff.

We returned home via Wells and prepared a meal, part of which was a lasagna prepared by our guest. We then sat round a brightly burning fire in the living room, whacked up the temperature by adding many logs, and went into a semi-somnambulent state.