Summary of our recent trip to London


Logistics- Thursday 25th August we departed from Bath by the 10 am 403 coach arriving London Victoria 1.20 pm.  There are various combinations of stops, some taking longer than others. Our stops were Box, Chippenham and Heathrow. Sunday 28th August we returned by the 6pm coach from Victoria Station arriving 9.02 pm just in time to catch the local bus to our stop, two streets away from our home.  The cost of the travel was £40 for us two.

Whilst in London I used my credit card (NB no need to buy transport tickets). There is a daily cap depending on the relevant travel zones so don’t worry about taking too many buses, tubes or trams or buses. You can check your expenditure on your bank app. if you have an android or similar phone.  Our Freedom Passes qualify us for free bus travel nation-wide.

We had not over-planned as I knew that ‘nature abhors a vacuum’ and sure enough this proved to be true.  We had two obligatory visits. One to my oldest friend Gregory where we meet in a restaurant, the other one was for Francoise to make an application for her french passport renewal. This duly took place at 12.00 on Friday. After that we were as free as a bird to do as we wished.

Haverstock Hill is  part of the very high end property market where you wont get a decent sized flat or house for under £600k. Houses advertised at £1.5m and up are commonplace.

It was a joy to be in the company of so many well off and positive people particularly men who were out enjoying themselves over the bank holiday weekend. This is something I miss very much. A part of me still resides in London but having said that I would not return to live there – unless I had a whole pile of money. Everyone is stressed – by everyone else.

Food – the prices are skyrocketing. It is common to pay £4.95 for a slice of cake.  Meals are very suspicious.  Some have gone to great lengths to make an ordinary dish sound attractive. I was offered Mexican street food with chicken, but the bits of chicken were so small they could barely be tasted.  It was wonderful to sit in the vastly expanded Brixton Market, justifiably world famous. A wonderful selection of fresh fish were offered at prices that we can only dream of locally. If there were less than 100 different nationalities represented I would be amazed.

The South Bank of London is as you would expect of the holiday weekend was full of stalls selling food. People were out enjoying themselves; very few people wore face coverings AKA masks.  We visited Somerset House on the north bank and had a go at the large wheel, about half the size of the London Eye on the South Bank.

It was great to get away from routine and enjoy London before further deterioration makes ‘life as we know it’ impossible. Remember folks, its by design.   As they say ‘prepare to meet thy God’

Time to wake up


So, we have 1,000 illegal immigrants entering our shores each DAY.
We have to find the wherewithal to sustain them (£5million a day).
We have oil companies making ridiculous profits whilst we pay record prices for petrol.
We have threats of up to £6,200 p.a. for gas and electricity.
We have food scarcity and price increases.
We have strikes of barristers, the port workers, train drivers.
We have police that do not focus on arresting people.
We have slow motion bio-weapons disguised as vaccines that are killing thousands.
We have the destruction of the NHS.
We have the deliberate culling of animals and the wilding of farms
We have the rise of wokeness and those students who must be protected from anything that might offend or upset them (poor darlings).
We have the premature introduction of sexual deviation at schools

If a new society is to arise then the old one must be demolished. It IS being demolished.

Make no mistake. Many will die. That is the intention. Its called population reduction or ‘eugenics’ to you and I. If you want to know more, look up ‘The Great Reset’ wither on my site or elsewhere. The Great Reset was launched 2nd April 2020 and will continue until 2030 when ‘we will own nothing and be happy’.

If ever there was a time for faith, and the building of character, then this is the time. How can I tell my allotment members that their food will be raided this time next year.  They will abuse me. If they don’t get it by now then they will never get it so there is no point in opening my mouth.

Oh – the pain and discomfort…


Once the anesthetic has worn off the intervention – inguinal hernia – made itself known to me. Me lying down is alright, standing up is alright, going from a sitting or lying position to standing up is a real pain. I am having medication such as paracetamol and codeine but it doesn’t seem to help much. I have to do everything very slowly. I dropped something on the ground and had to get a gripper to pick it up.

We are only 48 hours after the operation which took place or should I say finished at about 4 p.m. Friday so these are very early days and I must not complain or be too impatient. I am concerned that I will be able to leave on Thursday for 3 nights in the capitol, London. There won’t be much actual walking as we shall take the bus to Bath and then the coach to Victoria Station. The 5G effects are much greater in London so I hope I don’t get too whacked.

There is a huge amount on in London including the Greenwich carnival which goes on for some days but I must not crucify myself. Today I missed the mid Somerset show which is on in in Shepton Mallet and which I visit every year. To make up for not going I did a mental tour of the whole thing and reread my diaries.

We need to go this weekend because Francoise has got her appointment with the French Embassy to renew her passport obviously without which no travel can happen. And I am also due to see a good friend on Friday evening.

Fingers crossed and I look forward to an improvement in my condition at least sufficient to be able to go there.

The day of my operation – the gruesome details


Just listening to a video commentary entitled  ‘GREG HUNTER USA WATCHDOG: RADICAL DROUGHT CAUSED BY MILITARY WEATHER WEAPONS – DANE WIGINGTON’ 36:41  Weather control has been around since the 60’s and is used to bring a country to its knees without them being aware of it.

This morning I had a telephone call from Mike, one of the mechanics at the garage, to tell me that they had fixed the car but wanted to take it on an extended run of 20 – 30 miles to make sure that nothing failed. Since we have had to spend so much money already and that would have meant only an hour at the most I readily agreed.

So I had to be at the Sulis Hospital (part NHS part private) at 12.30. We arrived shortly after 12 and I was ushered to the basement where all the four operating theatres are.   There are a huge amount of forms that have to be filled in, checked, checked again. This is to make sure that they are covered in cases of legal liability.

I have to say that everyone worked together as a team. I was shown into my ‘pod for the day’ which is like a small hospital room with only curtain  dividers. A nurse came along to tell me to change entirely into hospital gowns. The next visitor was the anaesthetist who took a lot of details and described what they were going to do by way of an anaesthetic. I was then visited by a nurse who formally admitted me. I was then visited by the surgeon himself who made a mark on the area that needed to be treated , in this case my left inguinal hernia.

I was then picked up by yet another doctor and taken to a large room full of equipment which also served as an operating theatre. They do not now do general anaesthetic on the grounds that it can lead in the long term to loss of memory especially with people over 50. Instead, using an injection in the spine the lower half of my body was quickly rendered numb and when I say quickly I mean after about 5 seconds. I could not move my feet. I was then fitted with a cannula in my left hand which means that I could be given  other injections should the need require.

The operation which lasted about 45 minutes then proceeded without my feeling anything at all. During the operation I got several unpleasant tricks on my chest area and this was evidently due to a  histamine reaction. It is produced as a by-product of one of the the medications I was given and causes inflammation. In my case I felt I was getting a lot of prickles on my chest like small electric shocks.

I was wheeled out and looked after in the immediate post operative period of about 1-hour to enable my limbs to fully come out of their anaesthetised state. I was then taken back to my pod where I was served a very nice hot cup of coffee with a generous cheese and tomato sandwich

The surgeon visited me again to make sure I was alright and the anaesthetist himself, a delightful chap from Poland,  came by to ask the same.

We had arrived at midday and the procedure was finished about 5:15. Thanks to Francoise for waiting patiently but she was prepared for it. A friend gave us a lift home.  I was not in any pain and could have taken public transport but I thought it was better to have some energy in reserve.


The Delights of picking blackberries


For some reason, there are blackberries in full maturity just asking to be picked whilst others are green and immature. I guess there must be early and late varieties a bit like potatoes.  Today is day 2 after the end of the great heatwave. Things are returning to normal (if we can use that word) with some rain showers and floods in the South East of the UK.

My son is with us from Thailand having a three week or so break. We are without a car, still, so we are using his ultra reliable  Honda Jazz  to go to the allotment, to pick up supplies of food for the terrible times ahead.

We stopped at a bakery right in the middle of nowhere.   Funny thing is that if the locals get to know it and word gets around it does not matter if it is along a country lane.  We bought a lovely loaf (£3.50 is around right for quality bread) and then noticed that the adjacent hedgerows were stuffed full of blackberries that no one was picking. We quickly collected four jars, and later on made a rhubarb and blackberry crumble.

Word has it that the world will run out of sustainable food. The shops show little sign of this but the prices are going up all the time. I have paid £2.20 for a large container (2l>) of milk. We are doing our squirrel act and hoarding as much as we can.


more to come


My regular eye(lea) injection at RUH in Bath


I rang my garage in Chippenham to find out that the central control module on my Volvo was indeed defunct, so I gave the go-ahead for a new one which may be sourced locally (overnight) or from Sweden (six days). It is indeed a relief to have a positive diagnosis. I guess the bill will be £1500

For those of you who are not my regular readers I have wet macular degeneration in my left eye and need treatment to stabilize it. It is very rare for isuch conditions to reverse  but 43 injections at regular intervals for the past 5 years have certainly prevented degeneration.

The macula in the human eye is the place where light is focused by the structures in the front of the eye (cornea & lens). It takes the picture that is sent to the brain, where vision is completed. The macula provides us with the ability to read and see in great detail whereas the rest of the retina provides peripheral vision.

I turned up early for my 12.00 appointment – actually at 11.45. I was immediately seen for my appraisal which took about 5 minutes. Whilst in the waiting room I met a chap who seemed nervous. He nearly fell over backwards when I told him this was my 43rd injection. It turned out it was only his third. I assured him about the quality and reliability of service. He joked about his imaginings of what the procedure was like when compared with the reality of the actual injection.

The consultant was very gentle, kept talking during the procedure, and before I know it it was done. I know it because I see soap bubbles in my eyes. I was out by 12.10

Before hopping on the bus to Bath itself I enjoyed lunch at the re-opened restaurant.  During the ***demic only the staff were allowed to use it but now it is open to all and sundry.  I had roast pork and apple with roast potatoes and various greens including brussel sprouts together with a delicious brad and butter pudding for £9.10. A bit more than I expected. Evidently the vegetables are now charged for separately.

It is good to see plenty of foreign tourists in the city. I indulged myself by having an Italian ice-cream, a large slice of carrot cake and a very good coffee. The weather was hot to very hot but with the maximum temperatures happening Friday and Saturday.

Back home on the 174, a shower, and the last part of the day spent doing very little (I don’t count writing this diary).

A day of resolution


Just finished watching a longer video (don’t let that put you off) about all aspects of the covid-19 virus. The more the time goes by, the more clarity is associated with the actual turn of events. Have a visit here.

Today I have solved two problems; my non-functioning printer and my semi-functioning mobile phone (OnePlus 6). My Epson Pixma printer would not work.  I just realised that if the colour cartridge is entirely empty the printer will not start, even if it is only black and white that is required. Solution – press the red button for at least five seconds.  This will cause the green continuity button to stop blinking and hey presto – printing can resume.

The other problem was far more annoying.  My mobile did not catch on to the Internet and stalled when trying to receive data. I received all sorts of error messages, time out warnings etc. I went along to a local mobile phone/internet shop and paid for a health check. £30 is not bad. I had no viruses but there were four apps that were suspicious and were removed.  When I got home the problem was still unsolved.

People say all sorts of things about YouTube but it is a valuable resource for advice on almost anything you care to name from cutting trees to repairing your car. I searched for my problem ‘mobile phone difficulty in connecting to internet One Plus’ and got a couple of videos back.  An Indian chap speaking very fast talked me through, suggesting I reset to the defaults (not factory reset). I did this on the SIM and on the software in general. Hey presto the whole thing worked like a rocket.  I had thought the signal strength was deficient but no that was not the problem.

Anyway I can breathe a sigh of relief.  Breathing is a very good idea with the weather set to be not far short of 40 degrees later this week.

The last major thing is my car. I returned it to Chippenham last Thursday and realistically I expected it to be started on yesterday Monday. We are managing fairly well but our allotment is over a mile away and it is tedious to have to walk to and fro in the heat. Lets hope I get ‘that phone call’ from the delightful Chris to tell me they are making progress. I am prepared to pay more than £1000 for a new control modem.

I can’t believe how the second hand car market has changed in the last couple of years.  There is virtually nothing left unless you have £10k to spend. Maybe the government have been buying up old cars. I would not put anything past them.

A wonderful day in – Clevedon – and – Portishead


We decided to celebrate Francoise birthday one day ahead (Saturday 6th August) so – still car-less – we arose early and took the 07.49 178 bus to Bristol, and then the 10.10 X7 bus to Clevedon. Non-Brit readers please indulge me. Brits know that such places are not the epitomy of sophistication or glamour but there were many delights in store for us.

I made a vow that I would speak to as many people as possible with the aim of giving them a ‘lift’ – mainly through gay banter and humor. It is just plain fun and gives an extra dimension to the day.

We met a man at our local bus stop who  through coincidence had a plaque dedicated to his father on Clevedon Pier so we said we would pay our respects. Later… although he told us that the plaque was two thirds of the way up on the left, we did not realize the magnitude of our search. There are over 15,000 of them. I estimated it would take the best part of a day to search especially as some of them were dull with age and barely readable.

Met two Jehovah Witnesses on the sea front. They were two of the nicest JW people I had ever met. They were non pushy, non confrontational, and rather wanted to share  their view of life, the universe and everything. We chatted for about 20 minutes. I felt they were really listening to us and not trying to push stuff down our throat.

We met a cheery couple on the pier, this time from Wales. She had taken the week off from a sports centre in Birmingham. Last night they stayed in the Forest of Dean area and highly recommended the Miners Arms, a gastro pub 200 yards away from the hotel where they stayed.

We met a highly motivated volunteer called Jim. He told us of the Great storm in 1990 where a spring high tide coincided with a strong on shore wind. Gardens of the homes on the front were flooded.

We had a celebratory lunch on the pier with no less that one and a half fish on the plate with batter that was so thin and crisp it did not adversely affect the stomach.

No question that the pier is a strong community in itself, but definitely kept alive by volunteers.

We wandered around the compact town centre. One street is quite posh – the Oxford Street of the area, called Hill Road. Many niche shops. We found a micro pub called The Fallen Tree and spent some happy time talking to the server.  They were very proud of the locality of their ales.  Strangely, they have no website but can be easily found in this short street. It is Number 15, and BS21 7PD if you are interested.

We found the bus that took us to Portishead. Not a dump as I had thought. A lively port with a huge Marina. We visited a lifeboat station and in particular the shop associated with it. They do a great job.

We caught the X4 bus at 17.10  then a connecting bus from Bristol 18.10 arriving home 19.20. The X4 is the only local bus that I know that includes travel along the M5.

I could just about get used to being without a car except for my gardening work.  Mind you, we are somewhat lulled into a sense of ease. What about the weather which for 9 months of the year is either cold or indifferent.

Two bills on the same day


I hate receiving demands for money especially unexpected ones.

The first one was however expected. As my car is not working I have to rent a hire car for an event next weekend, 13th August.  I hire from a local firm. The day hire for the smallest car with one driver is £39.99 per day with unlimited mileage. We are responsible for the first £750 of damage. I must pay a £200 deposit which is refundable.

The second one was half expected. I had an accident in May and lost a no claims bonus from 20 years to 3 years. The new company have received the amended no claims bonus. I must pay another £176 including a £50 admin fee. My BIG mistake was not insuring the no claims bonus. We live and learn.

You wait ages for a bus and then three come along at once.  Something like that.

An unexpectedly good day in Chippenham


Today is the day when we have to have faith and determination. We are setting sail in our magnificent Volvo to a garage 26 miles away.  We left shortly after 9am. The engine fired up as normal.  I drove carefully and steadily, too carefully for some drivers whom I annoyed by going at a steady 40 mph.

Slowly but surely the electrics failed. All was lit at first, then we lost the rev counter, then the speedometer, then the petrol gauge followed by the auto gear box sync, then the indicators.  We were left only with the electric windows as we gently entered the forecourt and parked.

Chris Fortt, the After Sales manager of MRG Chippenham, was professionalism personified. He assured us that he would do his utmost to assist, whilst hinting that it was probably the main control module that would need to be replaced (£1,000 +). I am glad to pay that because second hand Volvos are almost non-existent. Everyone is hanging on to them or maybe they have all been taken to the scrap heap in the sky.

We wandered into the centre and found a coffee shop for coffee and morning snacks. We came across a very lively man called Mikey who was fully up to speed on all things 5G. He had just successfully complained against a new mast proposal outside a local school. We had 15-20 minutes of animated conversation. It is so lovely and empowering to meet someone on the same wavelength. He was from Liverpool and knew Mark Steel, the 5G campaigner from Newcastle. We discussed the use of Common Law. Mikey said that most courts do not understand it so it can be a waste of time and effort.

We then visited the local museum, incredibly well designed and informative. Chippenham goes back to Roman times (at least). There was an exhibition of etchings of such high quality I could hardly believe my eyes.

We then visited the wonderful and spacious St Andrews Church. We felt welcomed as soon as we walked in. The church was very wide. There were no pews but comfortable chairs. I talked with a very informative and accommodating volunteer. He said the Sunday morning services attracted between 80 and 90 people.  For some reason the Victorians had moved the organ from the rear of the church to an area to the left of the choir.  To move it back would cost about half a million pounds. Instead they are appealing for a rebuild of the organ in its present position. They need about £250,000

After a tour of various second hand (pre-loved) shops,  off to the bus station to check return buses. They are XX.10 and XX.40 but do go round all the back streets to pick up and drop off local passengers. We then went to Wetherspoons via a community hub and had a couple of drinks and a small lunch of fish and chips. I treated myself to an apple crumble with custard. It was rather flat as in having been sat on, having been bombarded with microwaves. It was delicious never the less.

To Bath on the bus X31 which we caught at a stop by the main train station. . We thought of going by train but at £10 single it had limited appeal so our bus passes won the day.  We had a coffee and cake down by the river. Trips on the River Avon last an hour and cost £11 for an adult so we shall do a trip in the not too distant future.

PS I love this video of a newscaster breaking out into laughter about a court case.

I really enjoyed today. We were free of worry about the car. They either fix it or we have them take it to the recycle. I don’t mind how modest a holiday is, it is the break from routine that is the gift. A sunny day helps.

Egg on my face


So I call up the RAC to get them to tow me to Chippenham, where a Volvo dealer has agreed to sort out my grand old Volvo. I tried first thing this morning, last night and the night before that and the engine was as dead as a dodo. No power, no electrics.

I called the RAC about 9.30 am.  You get text messages every half hour to tell us of progress (or lack of it). At 2.45 pm they showed up.  I was lower down in the priority list as I was calling from home. They have staff difficulties at the moment. All with children are taking them on holiday. The agents themselves have 6 weeks holiday p.a. so who can blame them.

I tried the engine just before he arrived and blow me down it started perfectly. I had to admit this. He just about believed me. He did a code reading and as a result I was told of two intermittent faults. As the car was technically in running order he could not transport me to Chippenham.


I will live to see another day but tomorrow Thursday we shall attempt the journey.  If we break down on the way the RAC can tow me the rest of the distance.  Fingers crossed in advance.

The operation that wasn’t


If there is one thing I am really nervous about or should I say anxious about and that is missing appointments. Today I had an important appointment with the local hospital to have an inguinal hernia repaired. I had this done before ,a couple of years ago but as I was under general anaesthetic I knew very little about it but the whole experience of the hospital, in Peasedown, was positive.

We had set our alarms for 5:30 in the morning as we had to be there at 7 am We took the 6.15 bus to Peasedown arriving at about 6:30 and walked across a housing estate to the Sulis hospital which is part national health and part private. Although I had taken two lateral flow tests as instructed they still wanted another one taken the same day so in spite of my following orders I had to go through the same rigmarole again. I was taken downstairs to the the preparation area about 7:15, told to change, and sat there waiting.

I had been asked to wear a mask. Foolish thing to do with me.  I noticed that some of the nurses were not wearing masks. The rules (still) are that you have to wear something protective in the operation areas. I was asked to wear a larger plastic version – one of those that steams up when you breathe.

My blood pressure is within the normal limits but when a nurse came to take it it becomes some ridiculous figure like 180/110, far higher than would be allowed for an operation under general anaesthetic. I knew this was going to happen so I kept a record over 12 days of my blood pressure readings and they were well within the normal levels.

Whilst waiting I heard some talk in the background that someone has not turned up and so the surgeon would not be able to deliver his care to people until 9 a.m. About 9:45 a senior nurse told me that the agency anaesthetist had not showed up. Everyone else was waiting to start but were of course unable to do so. At 10:30,  three nurses visited me to tell me the news that I would have to get dressed and go home again and they would arrange another appointment for me. In the event this was done on the spot and I am now booked in on the afternoon of Friday 19th of August.

I assured them that I was accepting of the whole situaton and I did understand that this type of thing probably happens from time to time. They told me, au contraire, that it was a very rare event and were embarrassed to have to give me the news. I was compensated by a substantial tomato and cheese sandwich with side salad and a cup of fresh coffee.

Mercifully my condition is not life-threatening and although uncomfortable at times does not give me any pain so I was quite happy to come back  – it is after all only another couple of weeks. We wandered back to the bus stop, sampling a generous supply of blackberries along the way, and went home.

A wasted day?  More a different day. Nothing was lost.

Meanwhile, a harrowing series of testimonies from those who have suffered from the effects of the covid ‘vaccination’  When will people wake up?  Probably for most when it is too late.

My car is due for an electrical service tomorrow Wednesday. Alas when I tried to start it, it did not.  The odd light came on. It has been out of action since mid June.  How much longer?