A marriage amidst the disaster of post lockdown in Bath

Today, a trip to Bath for my bi-monthly eye appointment.  Since wearing a mask on public transport is mandatory I have had to wear one. The drivers showed not the slightest interest in whether I had one or not so maybe I could have got on the bus anyway without being challenged but it was a risk I could not take because my eye appointment is valuable to me and my sight.

On to the bus without difficulty. Little did I know that I was going to find a graveyard of shops that were not opening again. The Prince of Wales is a pub on the road to Bath slightly north of Peasedown.  There is no question that the closure of this pub is not temporary. They have closed for good. 11 weeks without a customer was just too much.

I arrived at Bath bus terminus about 1 PM. I was keen to see the effect of the recent loosening of rules.  The queue to get in the Bradford and Bingley building society must have been about 25 yards long with 2 m squares carefully marked out on the pavement.

Gardens in the middle were as immaculate as ever, people just walked in without any need to pay as can happen during some holiday periods.No one was wearing masks. I commented about that to the chap on the right of this picture but he did not say anything and merely nodded. On the other hand, a young girl with a child and a very funny – to me anyway – was wearing a Tshirt saying ‘Positivity please’.  I engaged with her about this and she said she wanted an antidote to the misery and negativity. Well done you.

The bronze  of Mozart was interesting. I had not noticed that birds were a part of the sculpture.

I was surprised by what was obviously a registrar office wedding. There were only a few in the party and the bridegroom looked very young but they seemed to be having a good time in their own way.Onto an indoor market for perhaps a cup of coffee but although the coffee bar was open, the coffee machine itself was broken. The lady offered me a beer instead but I thought it was a trifle early in the day for that.

I sold to many of these signs for my liking, examples enclosed.

The markets were going (fairly) strong as ever, with an enhanced choice of vegetables and fruit that we are not used to in Midsomer Norton.

To Wetherspoons who had written a superbly worded  notice covering everything. The extra plastic was not intrusive and I am sure I would have had a good drink experience had I chosen to stay. The plastic was not intrusive.

On the way to the hospital I saw this very depressing sign. Although there is absolutely no evidence that we need to avoid each other permanently, the roads are already being designed for this.

This is a sign outside an estate agent.

To the R.U.H.    I had heard that people were not visiting the accident and emergency hospitals I went along to have a sneaky look and a photograph. there were a few people sitting around with every third seat marked as being unsuitable in. There were six people in there altogether. Maybe the others are frightened to come.

I saw a feature that I had not seen before outside the new cancer unit which is a free pressure pump for bicycle tyres. Well done someone using your imagination.

The central restaurant downstairs was deserted so I bought myself a Latte and surveyed the world as I was early for my appointment.

At the hospital entrance everyone had to wear a face mask and keep it on until they leave. I dutifully put one on and found that after a minute or so I could hardly breathe. How on earth people put up with this all day I do not know. I went along to my appointment and had to ring a bell to get in. I had to stand back while the nurse asked me questions about contact with COVID. I was then told I had to walk along a one-way system towards a section of the ward marked ‘injections’. Whilst in the waiting area I over-heard that there were six appointments for injections this afternoon but only three people bothered to turn up. Considering the high cost of the staff who give the injections this is a considerable loss to the National Health. Mind you, this is nothing to the loss in the country which must be billions today due to this deliberate manipulation of our minds on the grounds of “keeping us healthy” when the source disappeared about 12 weeks ago. Keep the fear going, boys, keep the fear going.

Tests confirmed that my eyes were not as good as last time which considering that four months had passed since an eye examination did not surprise me so the injection was timely. Back on the bus, when I noticed that at all bus stops there were no timetables just the theme of ‘keeping our buses safe’.

Arrived home with some relief, having obtained a bottle of white wine along the way. A perfect sunny evening. Overall, a good day but I could not cope with wearing a mask on a daily basis.



How to …. speak to people about what you believe

This has been one of our better years for hollyhocks. Here they stand at least 2 m tall in all their colour in front of our living room window. Had a very nice lunch today courtesy of Françoise with  fish & alumi cheese satay and spaghetti with Thai sauce

This is our first day without a car. It sits in the garage awaiting repair. We cannot really drive the old one because the insurance has run out and if you have an accident even if it is the fault of the other person, costs may be involved. I have done a pendulum dowsing for whether I am going to have to buy another car and I get an 80% certainty that the present car can be repaired. Having said that I’m much better on dowsing people than cars and am quite useless at finding lost objects. Sometimes a dowsing rod works better for certain applications but I like my pendulum and having used it for over 40 years am not about to change any time soon.

We had a most interesting zoom meeting run by a group in Bristol campaigning against 5G mast installation. During the meeting, a talk was given by someone by the name of  David who is a management consultant from Essex. He gave us a very fine exposition about engaging people whether it is a local councillor or giving a campaigning speech to a person or a group. I’m going to record his points in this diary because I thought they are capable of being of value to anyone and everyone.

First of all he discussed the influence of authority on our actions and attitude. We tended to defer to someone with qualifications, someone wearing a uniform, and someone with obvious trappings such as a luxury car. We tend to hand over power subconsciously to such people. We do it all the time. We should not underestimate the influence of authority on our actions.

We need to ask the question is this “authority” truly an expert. Also how truthful are they?

We must not get caught in negative emotions. We must lose the fear and become powerful. We must let go of fear and anger. He recommended a book called “Letting go, by David Hawkins”

When we speak to others, first of all the people note our general demeanour for example how calm we are, then how we are speaking and finally what we are speaking about. I said to him that I decide in the first five seconds of someone opening their mouth whether what they have to say was interesting or not. I said that Mother Teresa was not a very good speaker technically but she had everybody riveted because she really believed in what she was saying. Others can say the right thing and yet can be totally boring. I want people to walk their talk.

There are four parts to trying to convert someone or change their minds or influence their behaviour.

First, we need to make a statement which is basically a claim. For example ‘this water is polluted’. Secondly, we must explain any technical terms such as the meaning of the term ‘pollution’. Then, we need to give examples, not many but a few good ones. Finally, we must come to a conclusion which we can say is a call to action. The call could be in the form of a question for example “is it worth thinking about this subject?” Or “are you prepared to give some time and energy to research?”

We need to anticipate objections and forestall them probably by having background knowledge. An objection to what you say may be irrelevant in which case you should point it out. You could ask people why they hold their particular point of view thus giving them a chance to review their own attitudes. If you examine, people will often disprove their own logic. It may well be that you could agree with their point of view but say and demonstrate that your point of view is more important.

The best way of opening a conversation may be to ask a question. David reminded us not to overload people and not to switch them off by excessive claims or harsh delivery. We must remember that the purpose is more important than one person. David also reminded us that if we want to get people onside you must show them respect but be firm in your concerns. It is keynot to evoke the ego. Give them a way to act that works and provides you both with a good outcome. In my observation, it is a waste of time to expect anyone to cause a complete change of mind in another person. If you get them to consider a situation from a new point of view then you have probably done as much as you can at one sitting so to speak.

I must put all this into practice when I go on a bus tomorrow. I have no intention of wearing a mask and I’m not sure whether I’m just going to walk on the bus and hope the driver will not say anything, or just wear one casually round my neck.

A day of disaster

After having cleaned out my car of five years for anything resembling personal possessions, the old and new volvos set off for the car recycling unit – or scrapyard- in South Somerset. We were approaching the site of the Royal Bath and West Showground when Françoise flashed her lights and honked her horn saying that the new car was giving trouble – steam was coming out of the bonnet.

We stopped and found a chocolate-like substance oozing out of the water cooler system. That says one thing and one thing only, oil and water have mixed. We saw that we could not drive any further and called the RAC who arrived about an hour later. They are always cheerful and very nice people and this time the chap was called Martin. He said it could be a blown gasket in which case the car was a write-off or it could be a more local problem with the cooling system itself.

Forensic evidence that oil was not well (excuse pun)

Fortunately I am covered for a tow so we went back to Fourth Street Motors in Westfield, Radstock. I may or may not be lucky in being able to restore the car. So, we have an old car which has run out of MOT and insurance and we have a new car which has an MOT but is undrivable. I asked the garage if they had a courtesy car available but they don’t have one until the middle of next week at the earliest.

I tried to draw the positive out of everything. Had that happened when we had delivered the old car for scrap we would have got rid of it and the responsibility of it but we would have also been well and truly stuck. If the new Volvo is prohibitively expensive to repair then I might get the old one fixed up even if I have to spend a few hundred on repairs but at least we know it works.

The garage people were nice enough but they couldn’t do anything until next week because they were busy on other cars. I really hope I don’t have to to get a hire car because the cheapest one in the area is £150 a week and that could quickly accumulate to the cost of a second-hand car which would get us around.

The best thing I can say is “it could have been worse”. Time will tell.

To the allotment amidst rain. We found a pigeon who had suffered from an attack by something or other. It was just about alive, blinking its eyes. Nothing to do but let nature take its course.

We picked a few peas which were not quite ready but which looked and tasted good enough.


Popping around the corner for a country walk

There are few things more pleasant then a walk on a sunny summer evening. We are lucky that 300 m away there is an entrance to the hillside which overlooks Midsomer Norton which is where we live. The word Midsomer means the middle of the river Somer, which can hardly be called a river because it is so small I would rather say it is a stream.

Off we went just before 8 PM this evening and here is a record of our little hour journey

Is this naff or what. They are all battery-powered toys or sunlight powered toys that moved back and forth, danced, or tipped from side to side. I would find this very distracting in my car
The rather idyllic and dreamlike entrance to the fields
Midsomer Norton in all its glory
A curious cow wondering who these two strange people are. Do they have food?
Is this barley?
The junction between an old lane probably used in the 19th century and the river Somer
A lovely country garden on Withies Road
Apples coming into their fullness.

We had a couple of nice chats along the way, one with a couple sitting on the hill enjoying the sunshine. I was very pleased that they didn’t jump away from me like other people. The man had obviously figured things out and didn’t believe the nonsense about Covid and felt it was all designed to scare us. It is so nice to meet people who actually think and are not scared. His girlfriend was joining enthusiastically in with him so they were at one.

Back in our road we spoke with a couple about the perils of cutting a hedge that had not been attended to for some time. We had a good old moan about the fact that the recycle had not opened.

I had a chat with my friend John, a Christian and evangelical, who told me that a friend of his had a son who had tried to commit suicide by jumping off a car park. He failed but severely injured himself. I wrote from my perspective saying that it was obviously not his time to go and commenting that when have a near death experience our entire life flashes in front of us  and he probably had great regrets in doing an action which would have had a devastating effect on his friends family and contacts.

It is so easy to get like this when you don’t feel supported. A person can be jolly and bright on the outside and yet desperately lonely within.




Homeopathy at a gentle rate

I sent off to my homeopath a report of everything I had eaten and drunk in the last five days together with a report of any adverse symptoms and any medications that I took.  I had a really bad night last night with excessive bloating and had to go for a walk to try and joggle my stomach around enough to dislodge the gas. For the first time ever I took allopathic medicine late at night because nothing else worked. After 20 min, the pain stopped instantly.

This morning we had a conversation on the phone about my condition. Homeopathy is very subtle, drawing the body’s attention to certain imbalances most of which have been around for a great amount of time. The first medication was based on arsenic and the second will be based on lycopodium. The consultations have an almost prosaic feel about them, pondering rather than prescribing, feeling our way around things and trying to figure out what caused what. In a way I’m in no hurry because I’ve had this problem now for nearly 20 years so if I have to wait till next Monday to start another phase of the treatment I’m not complaining. However one thing I have discovered, ice cream is out. I love ice cream so much but it makes an evil fermentation inside me which produces the  bloating. If I keep to meat and to produce plus a salad to start with and fresh fruit I’m all right.

We had a very good weekly ZOOM meeting on 5G and Covid this afternoon. We had about 14 people, the largest attendance ever, and that is after only eight weeks; the standard of discussion was very high. I allow people to watch the video for one week and then it is replaced by the next video. I would like to keep them all but who would listen to them? They also take up a lot of space, the best part of gigabyte and storage costs money.

I love welcoming people into a group and the team spirit is increasing as people get to know each other more. I warned them it would take time but it would be worth it.

It is clear from the recent lockdown in Leicester that this was just a test to see if people would put up with being unlocked and then locked. There is no doubt in my mind that this will go on, save a massive push back, until a vaccine can be produced which of course has nothing to do with Covid 19 but everything to do with eugenics and the alteration of DNA.  It breaks my heart to think of all the concert halls and theaters which are doing no business and starving us of our culture. Not to mention the football clubs, Wimbledon tennis, all the wonderful things that we do each summer all stolen from us by lies.  As I’ve said before, the 2 m rule was invented out of thin air and has no basis in science whatsoever.

On Friday, we’re taking our beloved car, our Volvo of five years, to a place in South Somerset to sell for scrap. If it was Cuba, it would be running for the next 10 years but I felt it was better to buy a new one – or newer one should I say – because the cost of spare parts and servicing were mounting and it would not have passed the next MOT. We had to clear all the junk out of it and there was a lot of items including things I have been looking for for some time and thought had been lost.

A brief walk in a country park

We felt the urge to go for a walk, to get out of the house and away from our computers. We went to a place called Ammerdown Park, about 2 miles east of Radstock which was probably owned by Lord somebody a few generations back.

It has a nice mixture of tracks, paths, and a very tall hundred foot high memorial to someone or other. The markings were too blasted by the wind for us to decipher the writings.

what on earth has happened here it looks like six trees in one
normal tree rings
very well managed woodland
we sat on a well placed bench and reflected on the lovely countryside with the wind blowing

We had a very pleasant experience of meeting three generations of Polish people in one family group. There was grandmother, mother and father with four children. They cared not a jot for social distancing. We discovered them searching for wild strawberries and passed the time with them. The husband wanted to demonstrate his newly bought drone to his friends but the wind was too strong.

a field with dozens of different flowering plants
steps to make the gradient easier in the main wood

I was suffering a little bit because I’m halfway through a course in homoeopathy. My instructions are to take one arsenicum per day for five days. This was because of my continuing struggle with my stomach. The homoeopath warned me that my condition would get worse before it got better and she was as true as her word. I hope things get better tomorrow meanwhile I have to tough it out and suffer the bloating and vomiting.

A pause in my diary

I’ve been writing my diary for over three years now. For the first time I have not felt the daily pressure or the daily inspiration to write something. My day is partly filled up with my work on the allotment, and maintaining my 5G and corona website.  It is draining on time but I do not resent that. The problem is that the associated subjects, the coming New World order, Artificial Intelligence, being blasted by 5G feels very terminal to me and although a part of me would like to ignore it, I really need to keep one step ahead of the game.

On Wednesday I had a ZOOM meeting for my 5G people, I think it’s number six and there is an enhanced feeling of friendship and fellowship from those who attend regularly. People expect everything instantly and it doesn’t work like that. The group has stabilised at about 10 people and that’s the way I like it. I don’t think I could handle a meeting of say 50 people because crowd rules apply and the stronger people tend to make their voice heard over the more timid ones.  Any idea requires a period of adaption by the members so – people who want to start something new – be patient, you will know after a period of time if it’s worth carrying on or leaving it. Not every idea has to be a success but it can lead to an idea that is successful.

The weather recently has been very warm, 29°C with little wind but mercifully only 50% humidity. I could not cope with 80 or 90% as it is in India and parts of Africa.

There is very little gardening work this year. I rang up one of my regulars and he told me that he would love to have me come and do his hedge but he has been furloughed for the last three months and money is very tight. An advert is appearing in a local magazine in July sure we shall see what that brings forth. We should be using the new Volvo and getting rid of the old one somehow. As it is 20 years old and has no MOT I shall get little more than scrap value but then we’ve had it for five years and got very good value out of it so I’m not complaining.

We had a break-in in our allotments and we found that the deprivation of the plants was due to deer somehow found their way through a gap in a fence. They are timid creatures and very cautious so they want to see where they are going to land when they go over a fence so I have put a board to obstruct the view and hopefully this will fix the problem. The allotments are doing very well at the moment which as I have said is probably due to people having more time on their hands and not being able to lead their normal lives.

My first trip by bus will be the hospital appointment on 4 July. I shall not be wearing a mask and I will tell the driver that I go into panic attacks and thus qualify for an exception from the obligation to wear one.

I have become somewhat addicted to a YouTube channel,  Sam Chui, who delights in taking flights typically first or business class and building up a review Channel on YouTube.  He is a sort of person that can instantly make friends with people and he’s a lovely role model along with Tyler Henry the medium and Dr Pimple Popper. There is a saying that you need to sell yourself first and then you sell your product. For my own part I know I come across a bit stern to some people and this I must work on.

We have another ridiculous rule to follow which is typical of someone in two minds, the Prime Minister’s reduction of the 2 m social distancing to 1 m but he is calling it one metre plus because he saying that all the 1 m people must wear masks or other protection wear. I think this whole covid thing is the most disgracefully managed plandemic as I call it I can recall. The problem for the government is therefore once you start something with the lie, you had to tell more lies to carry over the first one so eventually you will be unmasked. Hillary Clinton is finding this out as will Barrack Obama. His fake birth certificate will be haunting him more and more.


First visit to Cheddar Car boot event this year

Last evening we went to a lovely summer solstice celebration with two friends. We had a barbecue and lovely rice bread which I haven’t had before. A couple of bottles of champagne can lighten the mood quite significantly. The host of the event proposed that we say something nice about other people in terms of our observations. She said that it was quite difficult to listen to positive stuff. I have some nice things said about me most of which I promptly forgot but it’s nice to know that I’m understood by someone.

The only problem was a persistent wind which eventually got to me and made me cold and we, having arrived at 6 PM left at 11 PM with the fire still going strong. I would have stayed longer on a warmer evening.

wide spaces between the rows to try and shepherd people to walk down one row and the other. At least they tried

Today, up at about 8:30 in the morning and we decided to go to the Cheddar car boot sale about which I have written quite frequently. The weather was changeable so we were not sure a whether it was on and how many people would attend but as it happens the meeting did take place and there were I would say about half the number of stalls. They were placed much further apart to try and accommodate the crazy rules of everyone being 2 m apart. I watched a very good video yesterday showing that the virus is not a jumping bean and cannot go through dry air but needs a host to piggy-back on  for example water vapour and then it has to find its way towards an immune compromised person. All vanishingly unlikely. I did not notice many people avoiding each other. What a relief.

They had a half-hearted system in operation, to satisfy the rules and regulations, but in practice everyone was wandering around this way and that. They had made a bigger distance between the stalls. The public toilets were open. The restaurant was working on a one in one out basis but actually the whole thing was working quite well. The smaller crowds could have been due to 2 factors; the indifferent weather and possibly the fear of crowds.

the ever creative Gary Davies plying his skills selling meat
definitely a bargain to be had here
There is no way that this is a standard car colour. I love it

On my return from the newsagents I notice someone was selling a collapsible bike actually two bikes so thinking that Françoise might be interested in having a bike which we could typically put in the back of the car and go cycling at our destination point. I invited her to view it and we ended up buying the model with gears. It was only £40. The person who was selling it had bought battery-assisted bikes so there was no need for them any more and evidently they have only done 10 miles since new when the bikes  were put in the back of the mobile home and left there.



a possible answer to my stomach problem

Sometimes, the answer is staring you in the face but you don’t see it. I did some detective work in association with Françoise and I discovered what may be the cause of my horrible bloating. The symptoms are that I can eat a meal and then almost 5 hours later it’s as if there’s an evil brew going on in my stomach and are either throw everything up again or sit there and feel like the world is going to end.

I discover that I am severely allergic to cheese made with animal rennet. Stopping cheese magically does the trick over some reason I had a smoothie to which kiwifruit had been added and that gave the same effect.

Touch wood, this will be the answer. Strange how the allergy training of all energy and how I thought the world was going to end. I’m not very good at taking pain I must admit.

My car key successfully cut

I finally met Lee the locksmith with whom I had been having quite an SMS dialogue in Sainsbury’s car park, which also happens to be the car park of the Black Castle pub in Brislington Bristol. He found me fairly easily by driving around. I could tell it was him because his van was completely devoid of signage but there was a huge lock on the side. If anyone is reading this from the Bristol or North Somerset area I can recommend him.

Very quickly, I realised that he was the talkative type (no problem with that) and he regaled me on how difficult it is to get spare keys for older cars, particularly Volvos. He was not sure whether he could actually help me but would do his best. He needed to make an Internet connection with the database software that would give the code of the key and the car, and marry them. In the end he just made a clone of the key and after about an hour had a successful result. The cost was £85 which pleased me because if I had gone to the Volvo distributorship across the road that would have been £250.

We had a bit of a chat about customers and he told me that although he has quite a few ethnic and coloured customers the worst one was an Indian who tried to bargain him down from £160 to £100. As Lee had to pay £100 for a unit never mind the labour he was not well pleased. The man continued to try to get a better price and in the end Lee threw the keys at the back of the car and walked off. We discussed what to do with difficult people. He informed me that there are only three qualified locksmiths in the Bristol area and if one gets a problem they will text the other to warn them that a troublemaker is around. Some people are just plain miserable and should be avoided.

Anyway, we left on good terms and I then tried to find an area where there were ethnic shops where we could buy supplies of rice. Alas, the parking is so difficult because most people are still at home so we gave up and went back to base. I still have a couple of problems with the car but overall I’m pleased with it though I know it does drink petrol. I must have an air con top up and a couple of other things but basically we are there touch wood.

An air of inevitability

a wonderful skyscape photographed from our garden
A climbing rose bush, with a vertical garden of lettuce to the left

I was out of sorts today because I feel that the forces against us are so completely uncaring and ruthless. However, I was cheered up by a video that I recorded today about 160 doctors who had got together at a ZOOM meeting and decided that if any vaccines were introduced within a year they would be decidedly unhappy about its safety. I have never seen a group of doctors getting together for mutual support and that in itself reminded me that I have people out there fighting the same battle as I am. David Icke reminds us that we are infinite awareness having an experience in the human body, and I needed to be reminded of that when I slip too close to this physical world.

If you want news, read Russia Today. If you want propaganda, watch the BBC. RT mentioned that Cambridge University were going to do all their tuition online in the next academic year. It rather confirms my feeling that the lockdown or imprisonment is here to stay. The powers that be want to achieve their reset of the world and the more people acquiesce to the draconian rules and regulations, for example wearing masks, the more they will increase the pressure to dominate us completely and turn us into performing animals.

I spoke to my sister today and she told me that many people both in the hospital where she attended as an outpatient and in the street were not wearing masks. I think this law or is it a rule will be widely ignored. Perhaps the government are relying on peer pressure for people to police each other.

We enjoy watching a TV programme about people living in Alaska. They have no backup services so everyone has to be good at doing multitasking and this may be a reflection of how we need to prepare ourselves for the future. One of their number and had a 10 m fall and had broken 24 bones. The rest built for him a ramp so that he could go into his living quarters in the hills.

Back home, food shortages are going to be only one of the problems. I wonder what suicide rate it will take for the government take notice but then I suppose if you have been brainwashed and hypnotised by other forces you won’t really care.

I’m aware that my diaries are becoming a bit dystopian but I am just reflecting what’s going on. Tomorrow, off to Bristol to have a new car key cut. We may do some shopping at the same time. I have no intention of wearing a mask and will not do so even if we have to enter a shop. By the way, entries on my website are quite interesting if anyone is even mildly interested in the Corona virus farce so here is the link if you want to look at it.  From June 1, you will find 201 links to various articles.


The Mendip hills in their ancient glory

Apart from the more well-known caves like Wookey Hole, which is near Blagdon there are the Mendip caving group, sensibly located since there are many caves round and about.  Since the weather forecast was mixed, we were not sure whether to go out today at all but on balance we needed to escape from our house, not that we don’t like it, but that we need a change of scenery and some fresh air.

There were a great number of people out and about most of them alas still following the social distancing rules. We ignore the rules and just walked straight on but people are still ruled by fear so the brain doesn’t get much of a chance to have its say.  On the way out from the road to Blagdon, A ‘B’ Road it was, we saw the entrances to mysterious caves. Excuse the rather out of focus picture. I am claustrophobic with caves and I’m afraid I will get lost or injured so no way I’m going to go down one of these but it must be very romantic for those who choose such a hobby.

cave entrance

It was so lovely to pass by these lovely flowers – Digitalis –  in season.

Not the best slide in the world, but this picture is of an open heath without a building inside or a TV or radio antenna

This area is definitely worth returning to. This was our first longer drive in our new car. We are getting used to it gradually. Tuesday, we go to Bristol to meet someone who can give us a second key. It’s going to cost us £100 but someone told me the keys are much more expensive to get due to the security measures because each key has its own transmitter and receiver. I was told that a Ford key can cost up to £1000.  A tip for everybody – if you’re buying a second-hand car asked about the number of keys because if there are only one that would be a hidden cost unless you are quite sure that you’re not going to lose the one and only copy.

Mutton dressed as lamb

Reference my recent diary entries, this is what my wife has done to the non-descript rusty iron container that we were invited to take, garden we did. It now sits in an increasingly crowded garden of Eden A.k.A. our bungalow garden in Midsomer Norton.

I’m looking forward to not wearing my mask when they made obligatory for public transport. The participants at our weekly meeting this afternoon are not intending to wear masks. There are an increasing number of papers showing you how dangerous practice is and how it disturbs the balance of carbon dioxide and oxygen in the body. When hospitals are open again there will be literally millions of people booked in for operations and this is when the hospital system is going to be under strain. The COVID fiasco was a nonevent. Wards were lying empty and operations were cancelled.

Our ZOOM discussion today was about how to wake people up. We decided that unless we get some indications of interest it is better to leave them sleeping. Françoise thought it was better to ask questions than tell people. Others thought it was better to give an example of a happy life then my direct preaching. Someone wears a hat saying “there is no virus” and “Stop 5G”. I prefer to function more in the background myself.

Not a lot to report apart from that. Françoise is suffering from tinnitus. This is exacerbated when she sits in front of a computer or the TV. My stomach is fairly under control now so long as I eat moderately and don’t have too much food in the evening, I am fine.

The days do tend to merge into each other. I sometimes have to think what day it is because there are no familiar markers. I know my pension arrives on Monday. Apart from that, it is a “go to the shops on a needs basis” and that’s about it.


a day with some good news

On instinct, I went out today to see a potential sympathiser and human being, Helen, at a local shop.  I was told that she will be at the shop on Thursday, and so I discovered that from next week the shop opens every day of the week whereas before it had been just open Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 10 AM to 4 PM. Any sign of life returning to normal I welcome.

Next stop was to Lidl. Bearing in mind that the government are trying to step up the wearing of masks as from 15th June , I asked the manager whether they were intending to make the wearing of masks mandatory and they assured me to the contrary. If the wearing of a mask made me more comfortable than I was welcome to do so but they evidently have no view on the subject.

The third stop was to my local solicitors. Instead of the blinds being drawn I saw a receptionist in the window and knocked on the door to speak to her. She said in spite of the shop being closed, there is activity in the office and interviews are being conducted.

Somewhat less charming was a text that I received from my NHS surgery which read as follows

IMPORTANT PATIENT NOTICE. If you have been asked to attend a surgery for a face-to-face appointment please wear your own face covering for the duration of the appointment. This also applies to home visits. We will not be able to supply you with a mask. Thank you for your support.

In other words if you are uninformed and idiotic enough to believe that the wearing of face masks is going to benefit you then fall into the system unquestioningly. I’m not just making this up with the face masks. Have a look at an article about  why you should not wear face masks.

five masks, bottle of cleansing soap, pairs of rubber gloves, white plastic aprons

This afternoon,the coordinator of the AgeUK group delivered some personal protection equipment to Françoise. She was told that she did not have to use it unless the person was displaying symptoms of Covid. Had she been told that it was mandatory she would not have taken part in the visiting scheme.

We did three garden jobs today, small ones admittedly but every pound counts. Françoise is always on the lookout for items that will be useful in our garden, items that are not wanted by the customer and in this case she saw this object below as a chance to grow vegetables and flowers in an original setting.

I feel more upbeat today. I think things are changing and people are realising the monstrosity of this Corona con.  I met four people in succession who did not bother with the social distancing 2 m rule. They just talked as if it had never been invented and this was most encouraging.

Birthday Boy

So I’m 76 years of age but of course still a teenager inside. They say that Geminis never grow up, they just become more eccentric and I would concur with that.  Last night I did not sleep particularly well so I stayed in bed until about 9:30 am, made my usual coffee and had Wheatabix with a banana and milk and then I was ready for my virtual service at my church. At the time of trying, our vicar is still not very good at delegating and I keep on asking that they do rehearsals for the ZOOM meeting but they stumble on somehow. I could make a few points but I don’t want to be known as a whinger.

Birthday correspondence from all over for which I am duly appreciative. I try to respond to letters within an hour if I’m sitting at my desk. One less welcome letter, or should I say two letters, were from my allotment saying that two people have had their strawberries raided. This happened two years ago. Apart from barricading the place I don’t quite know what we can do and I guess it’s an occupational hazard but in general we are fortunate.

We thought about going out to have a takeaway food lunch but it wasn’t that warm so Françoise agreed to make a fish pie with salad. We preceded this with a bottle of very nice champagne with miscellaneous toasts to all and sundry. More sleeping in the afternoon interspersed by watching videos about North Korea. DW Deutsche World did a very good video which I found on you Tube.

After having had a snooze, time to enter more data this time on the coronavirus. Just to show you what I’m up to, I enclose today’s offerings. I love listening to Dr. Vernon Coleman. He thinks and speaks in English and communicates very well and is totally non-apologetic. This is one of the slower days for news. I wish I had more time to actually read all the stuff. If you want one lighten try items C722 about how thousands of people have been murdered. If you want to depress yourself watch C718 about the long planned “reset” of the world, for our safety and security you understand.

7 June 20

VIDEO –   Losing Friends Because of Corona Tribalism | Carl Vernon Are we led by fear or by love?  9.26  Pub/added 7 June 20 C724

ARTICLE intelligence community wants better tech for COVID– 19 and the next pandemic. IARPA is looking for early – stage research proposals in five key technology areas Pub 1 Jun 20 Added 7 Jun 20 C723

VIDEO – Dr Vernon Coleman.  Coronavirus: Is this how they plan to steal and sell your DNA?  We in the UK might as well be living in China. Coronavirus: How and why thousands of old people have been murdered  14:08   Pub 2 Jun 20 Added 7 Jun 20 C722

ARTICLE and VIDEOS – mask or not mask? (see post as well) Published 7 June 20 C721

ARTICLE –  How at risk are your children from coronavirus. Interesting analysis of  the Sweden situation. Ed. Pub 17 May 20 Added 7 June 20 C720

ARTICLE – Daily Mail online (beware the pop ups)  Experts cannot find a single child under 10 who has passed on coronavirus to an adult despite huge trawl of data raising hopes they pose no risk. Experts failed to uncover any cases of children under 10 transmitting the virus   Pub and added 7 June 20  C719

VIDEO ARTICLE – ♠ Spiro from Activity Post – Problem reaction solution at it again.  The great reset plan revealed – How COVID ushers in the new. Pub 6 June 20 Added 7 June 20 C718

A failed expedition to get a spare key for my Volvo


wheat field see below

I recently bought an old Volvo V70 for  £1250, spent about £400 on a couple of new tyres and a complete oil change and there was only one trouble with the car and that was that it had only one set of keys. Anyone who has had dealings with Volvo know how security conscious they are. I rang up a Volvo outlet to be told that the cost of getting a new key would be £250 which includes the key itself and the programming of the key. Unless the engine recognises the code, the car will not start.

I found a local locksmith who said that he did programming, so off we set to a place called Cranmore, a little village about 10 miles south of Midsomer Norton. The cutting of the physical key was easy enough but the problem came when we had to program it. Evidently the key has to be read and then returned to a unit three times with intervals of up to 15 min in between. This is a deterrent for those wishing to clone the key and steal the car. We were there for about one hour 30 min. While he was working, I went for a lovely walk on an archetypal spring – summer day with wheat blowing in the breeze. This made the visit alone worthwhile. Alas, he could not program the key so we returned empty-handed.

disused rail tracks make me very nostalgic and sentimental

I made one mistake with my  new car that I shall not make again. I had a set of new tyres fitted and one had a puncture which I did not realise and drove round on for a mile or so thus destroying the tyre. Fortunately I was able to replace it and will go along tomorrow Saturday to have it fitted. You may wonder why it is possible to miss a puncture but these tyres are of the sporty variety and are much thinner than the average model. Ah well, put it down to experience.

A mixed day of fortunes

I was riding my new car along the Radstock Road when I heard a bang and the curbside front tyre blew. I drove back gingerly home and called the RAC. They had some questions for me. Have I’ll anyone been in contact with anyone who’s got the coronavirus. Am I suffering from any health conditions. This topic is everywhere and there is no escape. The roadside repair person rang me about 9:30 PM asking me to put the keys on the top of the car, social distancing he explained. He seemed somewhat stressed, I’m not surprised at the end of a long day, but he was having to carry out orders which he probably doesn’t understand. Anyway, the service was good enough. The tyre was brand-new and showed no signs of damage so he told me to take it back to the garage and ask them what they thought and if they had an explanation.

My new car has higher specifications and is going to cost me £330 a year to tax. I guess it is because it is more sporty, not really ideal for going round in gardens but it was the only example I could find at a reasonable price.

Last night we had our weekly ZOOM meeting. We had nine people, less than I expected and I told them all about the new system that I had brought in where instead of writing e-mails to each other we could contribute to a message board type of system within a website. This would mean that people could opt in only to the material that they were interested in.

Today I have only done a moderate amount of work compared with my usual volume. I’m largely bereft of inspiration at the moment so I think I will close and have an early night. Today, I spoke to a friend in London about the effect of the so-called pandemic and evidently there are plenty of cars around so people are getting back to normal. She knows to people who had died of the virus and I reminded her that doctors are told to put cause of death as Corona even though they haven’t tested positive. She told me of a doctor who refused to put Corona until the body had been tested.

I find it cheers me enough up enormously to share with people on the same wavelength even if we don’t agree on everything. The cumulative effect of so many people observing the social distancing when there is no shadow of evidence or scientific study is getting to me somewhat. Masks are even worse because they anonymize people.

A Daily Mail sort of day

Today, I had to go to hospital for a scan of my stomach to make sure that nothing untoward was going on. I parked at the park-and-ride in Odd Down south of Bath and waited and waited for a bus that I was assured went every half an hour by a driver in another bus. I waited in vain in the lovely sun and eventually went to the centre of Bath by another bus and caught a connecting bus to the hospital.

Many arrangements have been made for social distancing.  On the bus, you can only sit on one seat in a row and the rest is cordoned off with warning signs. At the bus station, they are not allowing people to get off the bus because of the said social distancing and so buses have to alight about 100 yards away adjacent to the car park. They then do another turn round the block and come in to Dorchester Street  or bus station itself to pick up passengers.  There were very few people to pick up anyway and it is not uncommon to be the only person on a bus.

Anyway I arrived at the hospital at 12:05 for 12:15 appointment. I was seen at 1220 by a delightful Greek doctor who did at least 20 scans of my stomach in the most conscientious way. I complimented her on her thoroughness and she did not understand the word thorough and how to get the nurse to explain. She then berated herself saying that she was utterly useless at English and I responded by saying that she was not utterly useless and I gave a joke Papal Blessing to absolve her from her sins.

About half the people, and that includes the staff, were wearing masks and the other to my great relief were not.  After the examination, I returned from the ward to the central area where they were serving tea and coffee. On the way I saw the most ghastly picture nurse care I have ever seen. What is this all about? It reminds me of other famous campaigns in the past. I had a small Latte accompanied by a chick pea sandwich for the princely sum of £6.60. The sandwich was worth about £1.50, the latte about the same but what do you do.

I had a chat with the bus driver on the way back and we talked about the political situation. He, obviously fed by the mainstream media. said that any government faced with new situations would have behaved in the same way right back to Winston Churchill. He said he thinks we want to draw a line under Dominic Cummings who he said went up to Durham to see his family. I said that actually he went up to sign a contract with Glaxo Smith Kline for research into a vaccine with a French company. He turned on me somewhat said, where did you get that information? It could have been made up. Was there a photograph of him signing the contract? I said, probably no. He said well you can make anything up, bloggers do this just for a laugh. I realise that it was of limited value to carry on with the conversation.

On the way that we visited my favourite little village Wellow.  Down to the Ford which floods quite regularly in winter but during this dry weather was hardly more than a trickle.

Back home, to finish my newly designed website with lots of participation of members. David, the dour Scottish person who is my web developer, made short work of my questions and now 48 hours after starting the redevelopment, we have workable integrative website, with sensitive user participation and respect of  privacy. I shall present it to the group tomorrow Wednesday and see what they have to say.

What a lovely evening it is so we both sat back with a glass or two of wine. tomorrow, rain threatens so that will be good for the ground. In the Daily Mail which I rashly brought there was very little news of any value. Someone was saying that we have to reduce the social distancing to 1 m otherwise industry will suffer. Another person was talking about good food to increase resistance to the non-existent virus but did not make any mention of vitamins C or D. Totally useless. Anyone who trusts the mainstream media for their news hasn’t got a chance in hell. Pure propaganda.

Times they are a’changing

The phrase was immortalised by Bob Dylan. He is the perfect person to sing this haunting lyric with a mixture of nostalgia and realism

Come gather ’round, people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
And you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin

Today, another sunny day, was accompanied by much development work on my ZOOM site. I need it to be ready for Wednesday afternoon when I have my next meeting. I want people to be able to sign up and contribute material in a closed environment away from the Twitterati and the Facebookers of this world. This pond skating does not work and does not develop the brain.

I find the best way to develop a site is to first of all listen to the person who is hosting the site or in a position of knowledge, do all you can to follow their  instructions, write the questions down in a group and then have a dedicated session to talk about them. I did this today, sent my questions off and we had a Skype session and sorted out pretty much all the problems at one go. I find that providence gives me a tailwind. I only thought of developing my site on Saturday, it’s normally weekends when such things happen. I know that I have to keep the flow going and it is worth giving all my care and attention to the matter in hand.

I spoke to my son in Thailand. He is still hosting his mother and father-in-law. He explained that they had been invited to return to India from which they had visited but they would have to pay their own fair, and spend 14 nights in a hotel near the airport by way of quarantine. They decided that this was far too much trouble and expense so they are staying on. I don’t blame them and I would have done the same. At his school, the school where he is teaching, the parents want a discount because the present lessons are being done remotely and they don’t feel their children are getting the same benefit as having them at school. I can see their point.

I think that fewer and fewer people are believing the government’s guidelines because they are so inconsistent and illogical. I notice more people standing closer together as instinct takes over. I have had no reports about what has happened to children who have gone back to school today but I hope they are not made to sit in an isolated position though I fear this will be the case. What on earth will playtime be like? Will there be any actual play?  I know that Italy is opening up, other countries are following suit, Sweden never closed down and the figures are not worse, site hope it will peter out before the next no doubt planned “second wave” which will come in the autumn I guess. I wonder how long this lie will perpetuate.

To the allotment, everything is in full swing and looking lovely. People have done a wonderful job and most allotments are full of vigourously growing crops and weed free. I hope we do not have visits from opportunists when harvest season comes. A couple of years ago we had strawberries stolen, they are the obvious things to take. Crops like potatoes, leeks, are low on the temptation list of the people get hungry through lack of food you never know what might happen.

My worst time of day

This is the residence of our seven goldfish. Actually they are not all gold, there are two that are grey for some strange reason. It is one of the few pleasures of this lockdown to be able to sit in my garden with bare feet – for earthing purposes – and watch the goldfish swim around. Sometimes they swim alone, sometimes in formation, sometimes they are at the bottom of the pool and you think they have been eaten. On a day like today, they are quite happy to bask in the sun. There are one or two frogs that plop in and out of the water. It is a self-sustaining ecosystem which runs, like most of nature, without any need for input from us.

The government is telling us we mustn’t go out this weekend, save it for Monday. Epidemiologists tell us that the virus has peaked in early March and some say before that.  I have never come across a virus that thrives in hot weather so what difference does a day make? Are the viruses on duty only until Sunday night? What complete incompetence.

My worst time of the day are when I wake up and realise that we have to endure another day without freedoms. Every day, businesses are going bust. Every day, more people are committing suicide, suffering terrible tooth  pains because they can’t get to a dentist who I understand will only do teeth extractions and not root canal work or fillings. To process all this at six , or 630 in the morning is a little bit much. There is nowhere to run to. Our government are telling lies, being prompted by Bill Gates to maximise the chance of him making billions from expensive vaccines which we don’t need and which will cause us damage. Sometimes I think we will get away without it, there will be a public outcry and at other times I think that people will go like sheep and do whatever they told. I have to get up and sit in the garden and get some sort of inspiration from nature. That, and a good hot cup of coffee, does the job or normally does.

Today I bought a copy of the daily Telegraph which been a Saturday costs £2.80. I could scarcely bring myself to open the paper because it was all about the heroes of lockdown although to be fair someone had written an article on the front page about ending the 2 m rule. I shall not buy the paper again. I understand most of them are being subsidised by the government because they are doing so badly.

My next-door neighbour, Ray, an elderly chap in his 80s gave me a call yesterday asking me if I was expecting a package. In fact Françoise was expecting one so I went round to find that he had opened the box and was reading the invoice. He said he was trying to make out what it was.  It was clear that the sender had got the address wrong. However, the name Françoise Sauze was clearly marked. I have to make allowances for him but there was no reason for him to be nosy and open the package clearly not designed for him.  Anyway, no harm was done so I just put it down to seniority on his part.

After a debacle with our ZOOM meeting on Wednesday I decided that I would use a website to send out items of mail instead of my normal e-mail account. This has the advantage that the recipients cannot be seen (yes I know you can sue BCC but this is in another category). the problem was that one very prolific member had been rather rude to someone else and I had to stamp on it.

I want to perform all actions pertaining to the buildup of our 5G/corona community under one umbrella; enabling members to contact each other, become friends, exchange information and views, and this is necessary for the long-term so the trouble we had a couple of days ago was well timed because it made us pay attention to important structural issues before we become overwhelmed by numbers. I do try to run a personal service at all-time. We have about 16 active members so before advertising to increase the number I must get my house in order.

My stomach problems come and go. Samuel Pepys had far worse problems with a gallstone and in those days surgery was primitive. On a good day, the stomach is fine and functional but certain combination of foods produced an awful bloating situation which sometimes does not diminish for hours.  All I know is that the less I eat after about 4 PM, the better and I’m not so sure about the drinking of alcohol after this time. There is only one way to find out, and that is by experimentation and observation.

A walk with friends in Paradise Wood

My readers will have noticed my previous mentions of very unique landscape near Wells and today we decided to take two friends to what I will now call Paradise Wood.  In certain areas, the garlic was still in flower and I ate as much as I could possibly do, believing in its beneficial qualities. We noticed that the ferns had grown significantly since our last visit which must’ve been about two weeks ago.  I can say that we retraced our steps but actually the weather was different, the birdsong was different, the company was different, the people we met was different and nothing was the same.

a dried-up stream

I encountered a lady with a dog; I commented that she did not seem full of fear like the other people. I was delighted to find that she was willing and able to discuss the matter of the virus without lapsing into stereotypes. I was given space to say that the virus had passed, that social distancing was very damaging, all the usual thing you would expect from me. She did take it quite well but when I mentioned Bill Gates and his desire to give a vaccine to everybody in the world she could not believe that one person could cause such a lockdown. I know the method which is through his money and his influence but I backed off and discussed instead the value of maintaining an immune system. Dr Fauci and others in America never mentioned the immune system because that is a comparatively inexpensive way of dealing with the problem such as it is.

Tomorrow evening we will be having a Zoom session. There is a lady from California who was going to take part. She wrote me a lovely letter today, her second letter, obviously wanting to share what she is doing. I will quote it in full.

Hello Brian!!

Hope you are doing well! I was up in the Gold Country in California over the weekend thinking what a magical place our planet earth is and how one person really can make a difference!! My latest obsession is with gold, actually I am fascinated with the all things humans mine out of the earth. Our planet makes the most beautiful precious stones and minerals  Every rock I see, from the biggest to the largest, all have a story about how they got there on the river.
Kind of like every human has a story about how they got to this point in their existence. I don’t believe it is by mistake or by accident. All weekend I worked at removing a huge log jam on the river. Not because it was going to get me some gold. Not because I was getting paid to do it, but simply because it needed to be done so the river can move forward unencumbered.
I just kept digging and moving rocks out of the way and the next thing you know, the two story log jam started to break free. Bit by bit the water took away the debris changed its water flow patterns and moved the jam down stream. As I watched this massive rock start to inch its way free, I thought to myself, one person really can make the difference! That is what you do everyday! And what we should all strive for!
Excellent news about Graham from this area! I most certainly look forward to meeting up with him and getting some of the debris out of the log jam out country and world is currently in . Wednesday morning is the next meeting correct? Thanks for all you do!
I just love this outburst of the human spirit. If she shows up I think the meeting tomorrow will have a very special quality.
In my Corona work I notice there are more and more references to compulsory vaccines. This I will resist with every fibre of my body. Thus the war I don’t need a vaccine. Secondly viruses mutate and there are 22 different types of coronavirus so I read. Thirdly I have a perfectly adequate immune system that will deal with these and other invaders.


Orson Wells, John Wayne – the power of nostalgia – afternoon naps

BBC2 are running a series of retrospective biographies about the greats of the past. Yesterday it was Orson Welles with his incredibly measured oratory. Citizen Kane was one of his great successes. He was found dead at the age of 70 in front of his typewriter writing yet another script. I loved his presence and measured style.

Today was the turn of John Wayne AKA Marion Morrison with a laid-back manner and an incredibly American family orientated role model persona.  On a sunny Sunday afternoon after lunch this is little short of a serious journey into nostalgia, the type of homesickness for better things, a return to a past period when things are better than they are now. If you take away the technology factor I think the community spirit was better decades ago when people regarded each other with respect, when people were polite, obeyed the rules AND we managed without mobile phones. There was what we called the ‘telephone’. You ‘waited for a call’. You ‘dialled’ somebody.

I love watching the way these people were interviewed. They were given time to respond, not being interrupted every five seconds like these smart arse know-it-all interviewers. They were allowed to develop a narrative, the interviewer following them in this story rather than interposing their own agenda.

I’m engaged in frequent correspondence with my groups that I have known over the years.  For some reason, I wrote a piece in response to a ‘best wishes’ letter about my vote “if animals ruled the planet.

Elephants – family feeling
Ants – organisation and planning
Bees – fertilizing plants and team spirit
Swans – life loyalty to each other
Meerkats – observation
Dogs – unconditional love
Chameleons – the ultimate diplomats

This morning, Sunday, we had our first virtual Sunday morning service with our new priest. I had previously warned the person who I thought was the host to have a rehearsal. Their response was that they had tried it the day before and it seemed to be all right. However, that’s quite another thing from having a proper dress rehearsal moving through what is actually going to happen.

To say that it was a shambles was an understatement. There were 36 people on the call and the vicar, with his guitar, was in the garden of the vicarage preparing to lead the service. So far, so good, as was the introductory video and music.  However, shortly after the start, along ran one of his children and pulled down the music stand and all papers with it. His wife came along and rescued them. The meeting then started with a prayer and a form of service. It was clear that there was little communication and understanding between the person who was operating the laptop computer and the vicar.

In addition, the material had not been prepared properly. A version of a prayer, and a version of the new Testament lesson, whose spoken form was different to the version of the material on screen. The host did not know how to move from one screen to another and had to be given instruction during the service.   Also, the vicar asked for participation in the confession and at the same time someone had switched off everyone’s microphones;  this could not be overwritten on an individual level. And again as another part of the service, someone had left their microphone on so we heard domestic noises.

The virtual congregation put up with it in their usual stoic fashion as one does but I felt the whole thing very disturbing and lacking in continuity. At the end just before the blessing, one of his children came and took one of the sheets of paper on which the blessing was written. That had to be rescued by his wife. He made a joke out of it but I felt the dignity of the whole occasion was compromised and especially for me, acutely sensitive to sound and context, the integrity was compromised.

I’m sure they’ll get it better next Sunday but why oh why do people forget the simple procedure of rehearsing. You would not perform a play without a dress rehearsal so why not do the same for a church service?


This is from a book by Matthew Walker called “Why we Sleep” and is discussing the ancient origin presumably embedded in our DNA of biphasic sleep patterns, napping in the afternoon and sleeping at night. The volume was recommended by my doctor and it is certainly a good read.
Accepting that biphasic sleep is our natural pattern of slumber, can we ever know for certain what types of health consequences have been caused by our abandonment of biphasic sleep? Biphasic sleep is still observed in several Siesta cultures throughout the world, including regions of South America and Mediterranean Europe. When I was a child in the 1980s, I went on vacation to Greece with my family. As we walked the streets of the major metropolitan Greek cities we visited, there were signs hanging in storefront windows that were very different from those  I was used to in England. They stated:  open 9 AM to 1 PM, closed from 1 PM to 5M, open from 5 PM to 9 PM
Today, few of those signs remain in Windows shops throughout Greece. Prior to the turn of the millennium, there was increasing pressure to abandon the siesta – like practice in Greece. A team of researchers from Harvard University School of Public health decided to quantify the health consequences of this radical change in more than 23,000 Greek adults, which contain men and women ranging in age from 20 to 83 years old. The researchers focused on cardiovascular outcomes, tracking the group across a six-year period as the siesta practice came to an end for many of them.
As with countless Greek tragedies, the end result was heartbreaking, but here in the most serious, literal way. None of the individuals had a history of coronary heart disease or stroke at the start of the study, indicating the absence of cardiovascular ill health. However, those that abandoned regular siestas went on to suffer a 37% increased risk of death from heart disease across the six-year period, relative to those who maintain regular daytime naps. The effect was especially strong in working men, where the ensuing mortality risk of not napping increased by well over 60%.
Apparent from this remarkable study is this fact: when we’re cleaved from the inmate practice of biphasic sleep, our lives are shortened. It is perhaps unsurprising that in the small enclaves of Greece where siestas still remain intact, such as the island of Ikaria, men are nearly 4 times as likely to reach the age of 90 as American males. These napping communities have sometimes been described as “the places where people forget to die” From a prescription written long ago in our ancestral genetic code, the practice of natural biphasic sleep, and a healthy diet, appear to be the keys to a long – sustained life.

A fairly normal day walking along a canal

To Dundas Wharf and Aqueduct, along the Kennet and Avon Canal. A lovely afternoon if a little breezy. Miscellaneous views taken on a two-hour walk.

Valley contains the canal, a river, a railway. Victorian ingenuity.
A narrow boat spot with a garden area attached.
This must be one of the longest boats – 70 feet.
A mum and her chicks
Good weather is the time for cleaning and repairing the boat.


Warleigh Weir, ideal for swimming and for family picnics.
A caring notice by the Canal and River Trust

Definitely does me good to have a day off from gloom and doom. I noticed there were not so many paranoid people along the canal path – rather still too many cyclists who had no bell and who drove too fast for my liking. You have to have your wits about you on sunny days.


Putting it out there (cast your bread upon the waters)

Today was a big day. Yesterday I did my second Zoom meeting. we had about eight people, not huge by any standards, but the quality was there. I’m developing a protocol for such meetings in that I do close the door about 10 min after the start of the meeting so we can get used to each other’s fleeting presences without interruption.  I also get everyone to introduce themselves, briefly, without giving life histories. I find that some people have a topic they want to rant about and this is irritating to others. The advantage of having sight of people is that you can tell from the body language without getting bored.

The theme normally looks after itself. The thing today was “peace of mind” and we had a number of very good ideas which I don’t think people would have necessarily thought up on their own at least in the timeframe given. It is necessary to judge when the meeting is running out of steam, normally when most people could do with a little bit more. Our meeting was one hour 15 min which I think was about right. At the end of the meeting I asked people to post notes to each other if they want to remain in contact. After the end of the meeting I write up the substance and send it to everyone so they can add to the meeting and I then collate the whole thing and put it as a record on the zoom website.

After doing that I then sent a note to all 600 members of those on my 5G list inviting them to join. I never expect a high rate of response because people have so much on their minds but I got a lovely lady from California and I will add her message verbatim.

Hello! I am interested in joining any discussions that you may have that involve supporting one another and helping people sort out their thoughts and move forward together. I am electronically sensitive and utilize other abilities to detect things happening around us that many people do not see or sense. I am a Bay Area native and grew up on a ranch in Sunol, CA. I am currently growing my social media presence on Tiktok and other apps as a way to inform people about the dangers of 5g and the importance of growing your own produce. I currently live in the Delta area in California where there are a lot of local farms and I am also looking to possibly lease some land and start growing more wild produce that we used to eat a long time ago. Wild fruits and vegetables and what we used to eat and (they) have stripped our current produce of many of the life sustaining ingredients they have. I could go on and on, Can I please participate in your discussions? Thank you!

What a delightful person. I shall make a guest of honour at our meeting next Wednesday.

As I look at the stats, out of 582 mails sent we’ve had 168 unique views and 301 total views. This means that people have done more than glance at the homepage.  I use  as kicked me out for using the site for telling people about 5G. As soon as you mention a possible link between 5G and the virus the AI bots pick you up and out you go.  I wonder why.  Anyway, Madmimi has a neat twist to it, any e-mail not opened triggers a resend this time with a different title.

To the allotments to water. Someone joked that if you water it will surely rain that night so we shall see. Whatever, the plants need it.

flowers, fleurs, flores, fiore, blume, blomst

I LOVE spring. I love the rapid growth that occurs. Grass is lush. Young tree branches shoot up whilst you watch, and as for runner beans….. they cant wait to grow. Off to do two gardening jobs. Instant switch off from COVID, 5G, the state of the world. The day started cold and cloudy but at about 10.30 he sun came out and the day heated up.  So much for the BBC forecast.

Another two ideas come bouncing into the world

I get the feeling that I need to give a public talk about the coronavirus though I don’t think that the public will thank me much for what Iwil tell them which is that the beloved BBC so trusted of old has been conniving with the government and with the corporates to interfere in our lives to a degree that 20 or even 10 years ago would have seemed unthinkable. I do enjoy standing up against the prevailing tide because I think people need to see both sides of the problem. I know that I will not win any popularity contests.

I need to learn about the difference between viruses, germs, microbes, fungi, and bacteria I need to know the value of each and who are the bad guys. My talk will be based on references to quotations by scientists skilled in the field. I will get one or two angry people in the audience that will try and trick me by questions so if I haven’t done research on something I will simply tell them that I don’t know or refer them to the Internet.

The sole purpose of the public meeting that I will have when the lockdown finishes, if and when it finishes, is to encourage people to do their own research. Absolutely nothing is being done by local politicians, the local council or the church so someone needs to do something to stop people reacting to my approach in the street as if I got leprosy.

The contagion of this particular virus peaked in March as it did in most other countries but people are still acting as if it was living and active. Most people who are going to get the virus have already got it – most without symptoms. The death rate is about 0.1%. The overall mortality rate is about the same as last year but better than the year before which had a major flu outbreak.

Meanwhile, I saw a video where young children were being reintroduced to school and were made to  stand 2 m apart. There is no shred of scientific evidence for this in fact the opposite is preferable because protection is learn from experiencing a whole stream of other viruses of which there are believe it or not 380 trillion in the body.  I saw a talk about the downside of wearing a mask saying that it increased the distance between a child and its mother because the child could not read the face of its mother.

The mask decreases the flow of oxygen to the lungs of the wearer which is bad for health.  Anyway I am not going to write my lecture now as I seem to be doing.   however, it is quite clear that this lockdown mentality was planned long time ago because you can’t lockdown 60 or so countries in a coordinated fashion without a lot of planning beforehand and I consider this event to be a world changing situation – for the worse.

My new website, is a challenge for people to come out of their holes and actually have dialogue and interaction with others. I had lots of curiosity visits yesterday but not many today. However, bearing in mind that this is only its third day of operation I suppose that is not too bad. I remember that when I started the 5G site the same thing happened. There are so many demands on people’s attention and everyone is frazzled all frightened up to the hilt, wondering if their job is going to be there if and when they return.

At lunchtime on a whim I rang our new vicar at Paulton, Adam Pitts, and commiserated with him because I know he’s a man of many ideas. He wants to get cracking on a virtual service on Sunday and will be testing it, as many have done before in this steep learning curve of Zoom.

Off to the allotment to  water my plants, things grow so fast at this time of year. The allotment has a lovely fresh feel to it and a lot of people have put much effort into it. I’m very happy to preside.  I mowed the lawns front and back, finished off with a strimmer, you know the fiddly bits around trees and so on.

A quiet but exciting day

Yesterday at about 1:45 PM I got the idea of creating a website to support people who were fighting various good causes. I was thinking particularly of 5G and Corona – exposing the disgusting corruption that is going on behind-the-scenes. I recall that when I started the 5G website, I think it was on a Friday, the whole thing rolled out over the weekend and by Tuesday lunchtime I had achieved the impossible and got a website, populated it, and got someone to design a leaflet who happened to live in India, got the artwork back, sent it off on Monday afternoon and got the leaflet by about 2 PM on the Tuesday.

It is in my view of vital importance to jump into action when you get an idea that just pops into your head from nowhere. I spoke to my old friend and service provider Pascal and I decided to register the name    It was registered about 5:30pm, I chose a WordPress template and got on with populating it – setting out the pages and so forth and testing it. This afternoon, Saturday, I ran over the details to make sure everything was working and hey presto it is now propagated and out there. When you act immediately to an idea it means that everything in the universe is lined up to ensure success. If you delay it will probably not succeed.

This morning we had a men’s meeting by zoom. We were discussing various things and one of the participants said he’d had a really bad week because he was losing confidence in the government due to their loosening up of the stay at home policy and this made him feel insecure. He lamented the fact that he could not hug his grandchildren and they had to stand six-foot apart.  I chimed in and said that the people who were advising the government was in the pay of Bill Gates who is both a eugenicist and a vaccine enthusiast so the science that Boris speaks about is not the best but skewed towards frightening the population into getting vaccinated. I said I’d be quite happy to go and hug everyone because I have an immune system, like the vast majority of people, that protects me from such things.

The lamenting participant turned on me and to put a polite interpretation on it disagreed fundamentally with what I said. He told me that he’d worked in the ambulance service and saw people going to hospital and not come out. I realise that he didn’t have any idea what was going on. Once you are full of fear, you can’t think.  This was an animal reaction.

Today I spent a lot of time reading, this time the book by Frank Furedi about the presence of fear in the population and the effect on voting habits. I also ate some bread. I realise what an enormous difference to the quality of the flour makes. I know the good flower is expensive but I find that one slice of bread is equivalent to two or three slices of what I call bouncy bread with lots of chemicals and no substance.

An early surprise. Jack Frost visits.

I had an interesting morning when I was deselected from being a member of a local garden group. This is a “first” for me and something of an inevitability since I never really felt we were accepted by the group, I mean Françoise and myself. Some time ago I had written a round robin to all my contacts, that means a letter to everybody as a public service, on the topic of COVID , telling people it was a one-off. More recently I wrote a letter to the members of the group telling them about a lovely walk I had been on and would they like to try for themselves. The letter said that after “group discussion” I would not be invited to any further events. The problem is that if one member of the group gets a bee in his bonnet or her bonnet and decides that I’m not conducive to the public good shall we say then it is very easy to bully your way and demand that something happens.

I get a sense of relief from not being a part of the group because every time went along I was faking it to some extent anyway and ignoring the fact that people did not take us to their bosom so to speak. Fortunately, I have enough on my mind so I just write this off to experience and wish them the best of luck. I have written a letter of reply to the secretary but will leave it before posting it which in my long experience results in a more modified version going out of the door.

Yesterday, I had my first Zoom meeting. We had eight participants which from an initial list of 16 was not too bad bearing in mind those who forgot, those who lost interest and so on. We had a happy and productive time together. I’m struck by how many people are really missing the fellowship of others on the same wavelength (the topic was 5G and COVID) and there was a real emotional relief – and release – during the conversations. I’m now looking into more aspects of zoom which is as we say ‘a clever piece of kit’. It is free only at the lower end. I must buy a subscription because after the first couple of sessions you get cut off after 40 minutes so I must pay a reasonable sum per month – which I don’t mind at all. However, fair is fair, I shall ask participants to support me with a monthly contribution even if it’s only one pound or two pounds a month.

This morning I went down to the allotment to see the effect of the recent frosts. Our potatoes had gone and I was very glad we haven’t yet planted the runner beans. We are early in May so there’s plenty of season left.

damaged potatoes, but we will leave them to grow

To lunch at Hartley’s Kitchen. You have to order food in advance. I ordered at 11.30am for 2pm and we had a hot chicken pie with cranberry sauce for me, and a fish pie for Francoise followed by sweets. The benches outside the restaurant count as takeaways.

In an adjacent out-building to the restaurant there is a young and very enthusiastic Israeli called Adz or Az. He is not fazed by the economic downturn and told us about his business plan going from wholesale to resale for selling cakes and pastries. I cannot comment about how delicious the products are but we were privileged to be in his optimistic, fearless presence. I bought two cakes just to encourage him and also of course because I like cakes in their own right.  People say that fear has a smell and going around among the general public I think they are right.

He is a very brave visionary because apart from a few outlets, the kitchen, and auctioneers, a health Gym, it’s very much in the middle of the country but over the course of a normal week, I don’t mean the new normal, a lot of people do visit so he might succeed. The public also visit the Rocky Mountain Centre which is about a mile away so every little bit helps.

Well, not quite the middle of nowhere but pretty close. The arrow refers.

Will life ever return to normal? + a visit to my hospital

I took a little bit of a break yesterday hence no diary.

It seems our beloved UK Prime Minister, Boris, is not giving anything away about a time or even if a lockdown will finish. One thing that is quite clear from the three-day virtual conference I attended over the weekend was that he is surrounded by people bought and paid for by Bill Gates who is a eugenicist and vaccine enthusiast. It is vital to see that this is a tool of fear, the coronavirus, which is a normal flulike virus, is being used as the excuse.  I’m already preparing myself to say no to a vaccine will be hastily rushed out. NB He is actually saying that football games can only take place if people are vaccinated. This is so clumsy. A vaccine is months if not years away and people will just not have it. They will rebel.

So, I had a 4:30 PM appointment with the eye Department of the Royal United Hospital in Bath.  I drove into virtually empty park-and-ride at Odd Down. There were about 20 cars there in total normally about 200. I took a Number 4 bus, resplendent in its new blue livery which went straight to the RUH. I was the only person upstairs and there was the lady downstairs at the back somewhere.  I arrived to find the hospital virtually deserted. There was a service of sorts at the cafeteria on the ground floor.

They obviously take this social distancing thing seriously. The corridors were out, put it empty which is not surprising since visitors are banned in most of the wards were empty or near empty.

The lively cafeteria on the ground floor was reserved for staff. I had my normal peroration viewing all the delightful photographs and paintings on the corridor walls.

Elderly man giving directions – the road to Villavieja, Columbia
Pair of Bateleurs

In the waiting room of the Eye Department, they have stripped away the chairs and were putting sticky tape on the floor, goodness knows why. I went to my appointed place and waited for my injection. We were placed in separate cubicles away from other people. I was given a mask which I reluctantly put on. The nurse and the administering Doctor noticed that I had a bloodshot eye and quickly summoned a specialist doctor who pronounced that no infection or damage had happened and the condition will naturally heal. He said things often look worse than they are even if one blood vessel has broken. The consultation lasted about 1 min but I received the knowledge that I need to help make myself comfortable.

This evening, we had a Christian men’s group meeting by Zoom. It takes a bit of getting used to but is largely intuitive. I like the screen share when you can show anything including a whiteboard where you control things and everyone can see it. The meeting lasted for an hour. Time flew because everyone was so keen to give their testimony so we did have a lot to share. We ended the time with prayer and I felt invigorated.

All in all, a good day.

I should not be shocked any more but I read that Bill Gates has offered a bribe of $10 million to Nigeria if they would agree to compulsorily vaccinating all the inhabitants. There was immediate protest from the opposition party. Oh that we could have such an opposition in the Labour Party but they seem to be being muted. By what? Cowardice.

Yet another day in paradise

So, it being a lovely warm day, we could not resist visiting the place we went to yesterday, a valley apparently forgotten by civilization or more cynically possibly too difficult to commercialize. This time we approached from the top parking on the A39 . Here is a map to show you the starting and parking points should you be interested. The upper one is on the main road at the junction with the yellow track. Go through the signed gate and walk down the side of the field. After about 150m you will see a five bar gate which is the entrance to the walk.

As good a place to start as any is at the very bottom of the map about 3 cm from the left side you will see a square. By that, there is a ramblers gate which you go through and off you go. You can park opposite on the main road.

I think it’s a very good place to have a picnic. Now I’m recommending this because this is a unique time of year, when both the bluebells and garlic is out. Even with this social distancing you will only pass people occasionally so you can avoid others if you want. Allow at least two hours for the walk and that will not be enough to traverse the whole valley. I would take suitable walking shoes.

We met a delightful Muslim men and invited him, forgetting it was Ramadan, to eat some garlic leaves. He said he could not during the day but he was full of the joys of spring and praise God for the wonderful views of the environment. How nice is nature without the interference of man.

The main part of this diary is showing you some images which I took on the way with brief comments. No question – instant refreshment in these potentially troubling times

Boots recommended in wet weather – it is not a plain path all the way
I love seeing trees lie where they fall
garlic anybody?
I wonder what the landscape was like to justify such a bridge when it seems to be in an impassable area. Maybe earlier slate works.
these branches have divided themselves in old age
difficult to see what this was, perhaps a refuge against the weather